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The mixer tap in my kitchen has been left  the cold setting ever since the children were born in case they scalded themselves.  Today, for the first time, I decided not to change it from hot to cold after washing up as the children are older (not without some trepidation, I might add) only to realise that it is only now that they are able to actually reach the taps in the kitchen sink!  Before then we had to help them so there was never any need to leave it set to cold.  I’m still glad I did though.

My poinsettia is slowly dying and I don’t know why.  It might have helped, I suppose, to look up the care instructions.  I left it by the window so it had lots of winter light (not great) and away from the radiators.  I have now moved it to the dining table so it is ‘less lonely’ in case that was making it miserable.  A wonderful plant – does it actually have flowers?  It must do.  A plant which burgeons red and matures to green.  Like the pomegranate whose fruit is borne red-skinned and matures to cream (tip, buy the yellow/creamy-skinned pemegranates, NOT the bright red ones, for sweet blood-red seeds).

I’ve washed and tidied up and am now pondering whether I ought to take down the tree or go shopping (clothes, not food).  My hesitation is that I hate crowds and this is the last day of shopping before everyone goes back to work so it will be heaving.  I usually leave home with a mini-list of must-gets and return with only one of those items checked off and a dozen others I don’t need. 

This is the year when I am going to get leaner and fitter.  I have already started by lying in.  You see, if I lie-in then I have less time in which to eat.  Sleeping=not eating.  If I could sleep for the next six months I think I would reach my target weight, except I would be dirt poor and a bit smelly…and extremely unfit.  So that’s not a solution.  With biscuits, I tend to only buy the ones I don’t like so they sit and sit in the cupboard.  If I did that with everything else – buy the bread I don’t like, brown instead of white rice and corn instead of wheat pasta – then it might help me to lose even more.  The only downside to that is that my children will inevitably waste away and my husband may well leave for the local Indian Restaurant.  Scratch that idea then.  Drinking lots of water is supposed to fill you up and reduce the cravings for food.  Except, when I spend half the week at the pool, work next door to the pool, the air is saturated with moisture or it’s raining, the last thing I want to do is drink even more water.  But, it is the best solution so I shall try that one first.  This week I shall attempt to drink at least two litres of water of day.  Next week three, and the week after four litres.  If by the end of January I haven’t lost any weight then I shall rethink this strategy.

Time to take the dog for a walk before leaving for my shopping expedition.  Wish me luck and if you see a frizzy-haired short-ass crying in the crowds, please give her a smile.

Author: Bea Turvey apprentice author and witch

I am a wild-haired author who cannot stop writing. The writing process is not a task for me. It is an extension of myself. When I write I lose myself as easily as if I slipped into the story for a swim. Writing became a serious part of my life in Decmber of 2009. Unless you're reading this in 2014 it wasn't that long ago, and the bug hit me hard and fast. My first novel, Banished, was published in March 2010 and is available at http://www.amazon.co.uk/Banished-ebook/dp/B008PGM4TQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1361913026&sr=8-1. If you read it, or anything else I've written, I hope you'll post a review and let me know why you lied it - or even why not!

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