Confessions of a lapsed writer

Not content with being a lapsed reader I have now become a confirmed lapsed writer as well.

I love blogland. I feel as though I know so many people. One day we hang out at one person’s blog but then one by one we move on and read and comment on someone elses. Sometimes you bump into the same little clique of people. Sometimes you glimpse someone across a blogpost or on a blogroll that tickles your fancy and you can’t help hanging around their blog for a while. At first you might sit in the corner and just look and listen to see what all the really cool people are talking about. Sometimes you pluck up enough courage to comment with a forceful “Me Too” or similar. You may even forsake your old blog cronies and hang out more with the new crowd dreaming that their lifetstyle is yours. X is so talented building a whole house from a piece of string, a bent paperclip and an old tea towel from a jumble sale. Y manages to ready 30,000 books in an hour and a half, write reviews of them all and make gingwrbread people for her family, run a small business and be an ambassador for the UN. Z has an allotment, 3 goats, is sailing round the world in a coracle whilst gaining the world speed knit record.

So why can’t I do that? Why can’t I manage to read a book in less than a year? Why can’t I manage to post something on this ramshackle blog of mine?  Why can’t my house be completley brilliant white except for a few gingham items artfully put together with my own hands?  Because I am addicted to other people’s blogs and it takes me all my waking hours when I am not at work to read them.  I shoudl sign up to BlogReaders Anonoymous but instead I have “Me Tooed” over at Chuck Westbrook’s blog and committed myself to reading a new blog every 2 weeks. Someone in a white coat please come and take me away.


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Ecstatically Happy Bunny

After several weeks of extensive investigative surgery, and a final bypass operation yesterday, I am overjoyed to announce that my daily task of draining the washing machine manually via that little door (bottom left), are well and truly over.

The beast is still dragged out from under the work-surface, and operating on bypass, but we are confident that his circulation will be back to normal when we put him and his hoses back where he belongs.

I love mod cons!

Well done White Tiger

I thought that was quite an amusing blogpost title. White tigers are RARE and I said WELL DONE. No, oh well never mind. Back to congratulating author Aravind Adiga  his book “White Tiger” being the winner of the Booker Prize 2008.

I was lucky enough to be sent a copy of the book by DoveGreyReader and even luckier that it arrived some while before a week’s holiday in a comfy cottage in Cornwall. Have you ever been so fired up about something that you thought about writing a letter to your Member of Parliament or a newspaper or just anyone so that you get get your feelings about something off your chest? Maybe you have a blog and that is where you let off steam.

The main protagonist in Adiga’s book IS the White Tiger and

Do you believe in Angels?

I just had an email from one. Her name is Dindga McCannon and she is an author, illustrator and talented textile artist from New York.

She materialised in front of my eyes almost a year ago to this day at the Knitting and Stitching Show at Ally Pally when I was looking for someone I had never even seen a photograph of but knew was a black artist. I had been stalking anyone who looked as they they might be my “target”. When I walked up to Dindga and said for the umpteenth time, “excuse me, are you …..?” she smiled and replied, “no but she’s a good friend of mine.” How weird was that? We spent a day together last October (pic above is of Dindga outside the Geffrye Museum on that day) and we have kept in spasmodic contact since. Weeks ago she told me she would probably pop over for the show again this year but we haven’t emailed recently and I decided not to go this year. Last year I bought some Habo stainless steel yarn and I haven’t knitted it up yet because I didn’t ever allow myself enough time to get to grips with the Japanese knitting diagrams. Feeling guilty about that particular part of my stash I thought it best to stay at home with my debit card out of harm’s way.

So suddenly, up popped an email from this textile angel asking me to meet her at a set time “by the giant knitting needles”.  I emailed back saying I wasn’t going this year but she took the trouble to phone me straight away and persuaded me to get out of the house for the day.

Giant knitting needles here I come!

Not a Happy Bunny

This unhappy bunny learnt yesterday that with just 17 days notice she will be reduced from working 5 days a week to just 3 resulting in a 40% decrease in monthly income.

Looking back

Gift for Bookworms?

I came across this notebookon the website of Culture Vulture Direct

It is described as “Books to Check Out Journal”: Handy notebook for any bookworm, with sections for making notes of Booksto read, listing Booksborrowed and cataloguing favourite reads. Hardback, 17cm (6 3/4″) x 110 cm (4 1/2″), 2 pockets.

I can think of several people I know who wouldn’t mind finding this in their Christmas stocking.

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