I love opening the bedroom curtains each morning to a view
of the Malvern Hills. The only time I can’t see them is when the weather is
going to be bad all day. They are hidden in cloud. There’s a saying here that if
Malvern has its hat on (cloud) the whole day will be wet. It fooled me this
morning. The Hills were visible at 8. Invisible by 9. So what do you do call
the weather when the rain is falling in Biblical torrents?
Perfect writing weather!
Now, while you're here, will you please take a look at my previous post and perhaps sign the petition?
How can America prosecute a UK citizen for an alleged
crime which took place in the UK? How can Theresa May sign his extradition
order when there are so many real criminals who need sending to the US for
What follows is a plea from Jimmy Wales, founder of
years ago, Richard O'Dwyer was studying for a multimedia degree at Sheffield
Hallam University. In his spare time he ran a website that acted as a search
engine for users to find links to watch TV and films online.
respected the rules -- deleting content when he received requests to remove it.
But despite this, he’s now been accused
of copyright violation and could face 10 years in a US prison,
after the British Home Secretary, Theresa May, signed an extradition order in
is not a US citizen, he's lived in the UK all his life, his site was not hosted
there, and most of his users were not from the US. America is trying to prosecute a
UK citizen for an alleged crime which took place on UK soil.
A question for all you writers. When you go on holiday do you take
your laptop with you? Do you expect to work while you are away? Now, what if that holiday was called a Writers’ Holiday?
Does this mean a lot of writers on holiday together or a holiday away from
writing? I think I’ll take my laptop, not to work but so that I can pick up
emails. It’s only 29 Big Sleeps until Writers’ Holiday. Vis ses snart?
(Vis ses snart is Swedish for see you soon. Who says a trip
to IKEA can’t be educational!)
is today’s message from the Universe. You too can receive one each weekday by
going to www.tut.com
and butterflies, cattails and dandelions, waterfalls and rainforests, puppy
dogs and dragonflies, sea foam and orcas, sunshine and comets, snowflakes and
icicles, wildflowers and Lynne Hackles... Did I think of everything, or what?
Crazy, sexy, cool,
The Universe And
now, Lynne , you get to think of whatever you like... no pressure.
moons and twinkling stars, good friends and email, chocolate and dried
apricots, cuddles and sunshine, woolly jumpers and spider plants, chocolate and
39 Big Sleeps until Writers' Holiday at Caerleon. And the bad news is that this may be the last. The college
where it is held keep putting up their prices and the organisers of the Holiday
are ....off with it and are saying this might be the last. So, if you've never
been you should really grab the chance now. Great tutors, great food (I once
ate 27 profiteroles), fantastic atmosphere and a male voice choir to end the
week. I always rave about this week. It's one of the biggest highlights of my
year and I am one of those fabulous tutors, talking this year about Butterfly
Writing. That's when you are not a dedicated romantic novelist or crime writer
and instead flit from one subject to another. It's a good course for new
writers as they can sample many types of writing, and a good one for anyone who
is jaded with their work and would like to try something new. We'll all be
there. Me, Jane Wenham-Jones, Kate Walker, Elaine Everest, Simon Whaley, James
Nash and many more. Take a look at the website www.writersholiday.net and sign up now. You'll make your money back by the end of the year because,
unlike a 'normal' holiday where you get home, unpack, do the washing and
then feel like you've never been away, the spirit, enthusiasm and inspiration
you get at Caerleon stays with you and makes you write more for those months
afterwards than anything else can.
Last night we, along with hundreds of others, were watching
the bonfire (Jubilee Beacon) being lit on the Malvern Hills. All eyes were on
it, except mine. Ninety degrees to the East I saw a small red orb rise slowly from
the ground until it disappeared into a dark cloud. A minute later another orb
started to rise and this time I grabbed the binoculars. What I saw made me
shout, ‘Wow! Wow!’ What looked like an orb to my eyes turned into something
incredible when watched through binoculars. The shape disappeared and I watched
as whatever it was scribbled little symbols in the sky.
Yes, there were fireworks going off but who’d pay for one
that looked like a tiny red ball, unless watched through magnifying
lenses?And no, I hadn’t been drinking
or taken any other mind altering substances.
Darjeeling and chocolate fudge cake in Lady Foley’s Tea
Room. This is an old Victorian place on Great Malvern station. Many years ago
there was also a superb vegetarian restaurant there, called Brief Encounter. The photos of stills
from the film used to hang on the walls and I was delighted to see them in Lady
The LSO and I chat to my brother and his wife and
over-emphasise the lip and arm movements each time a train rumbles by.
Our daughter makes it official and announces on FaceBook
that she is in love. We love her new man too.
An explanation. I'd like to change invisible granddaughter now but don't know how to.
I'd like to change Travels with Sid but see above.
We changed Sid, the motorhome, for Bill the Bailey motorhome and we are still travelling.
The LSO is the Long Suffering One - husband.
Little Sid is our swivelling heater which looks like a mini-Dalek.
Noelly is my little sunshine yellow Ka.
Dave is the car we are using while Noelly is being renovated.
I put up a new post every Sunday.