Away

And not with the faries.
Had a sort of holiday. Sorting out stuff abroad. My mother, nearly ninety, is doing extremely well. Strength to her. Could be she outlives me.well done her.
I caught up with all my friends. One of whom is struggling to care for both her poorly parents. Strength to her.
My brother badly needs a career change. Strength to him.
Coming back here my daughter is struggling to change her life, its hard. Strength to her.
In fact, strength to you all, and to me too.

More frustrations

Internet connections on my iPad are continuing to be flaky and extremely annoying.
It seems to work for a short while when I first connect, then becomes stuck.
However, that can't stop me reading and writing. Only communicating . As. Gemini, and of course a writer, I must
(we must) communicate.
I read a wonderful bookmarking of angels and life and lessons learned. This book fitted in directly with the secret. A book it pays to keep perusing.
The secret is a book on the universe and its secrets of how to achieve anything you want. anything at all.
Telling how we do not have to labour without, only to believe in our own power. Abundance of all good things is ours if we only ask for what we want and say thanks as if we already have it.
I am using it to add abundance to my life.
The secret. By Rhonda Byrne.

Frustrations

I love all the techno wiz stuff, but when it refuses to play the game, it drives me mad. It's refusing to let me in twitter, letting me see emails but unable to reply. Arggggg.
By now, I am climbing the wall.
Must recoup, recalibrate and expect a different result. Its only me, blocking me.
I create my own reality.
Therefore I can make everything work....
Trying again now

Missing posts

Where do missing posts go?
I have nothing here for end may and early June and I wrote them.
The problem is, did not, could not post them by usual connections as I was on the move and overseas.
They must be somewhere. I shall search.....

New Zealand

Here I am again back in NZ
Having had exhaustion on top of jet lag for the last week has meant no time or energy to sort out Internet connections.
Finally, I am on line in a coffee shop. Hurray!
The lack of hotmail, gmail, twitter and blogs has been major. How did we manage before? It has been a long, boring and frustrating week.
I am dreaming strange dreams, which sooner or later will find their way into a story, or become a story. Set in a precious century probably eighteenth and full of drugs and dark drinking places, frequented by men only. Searching for my brother, injured and hidden by men. Wanted for crimes he would have been incapable of, requiring medical aid. Scary stuff of a woman in a mans world. Well we all know about that to some extent.
Writing some of my short story and recording dreams where I can.
All grist for the mill at some point.
The iPad makes writing easy as far as location goes but the writing programme is poor, very basic.
A better program is needed, and sooner rather than later.
Word for iPad......where is it????

Lack of writing

Lack is the right word, not to be able to write is a real loss.
Yesterday and today, I have  not been well enough to write anything. No tweets, no emails, no blog and certainly no book or story work.
I feel as if something intrinsic is missing. That I am incomplete, as indeed I am without that expression of my self.
Roll on good health.

Writing long or short stories

Editing a long story, after writing so many words,  is a major undertaking.
Therefore when I feel I cannot  continue ploughing through any more pages. I revert to short stories.
This last time I turned to writing a children's story. It evolved from a dream, one of many I had.
I dream fantastical, epic dreams. often continuing a dream from one night to the next.
I relish and enjoy dreaming. I write them down as I wake so not to lose them. Which is how I re discovered the one I turned into a children story.
It is about a lion who lives in a house and the problems that causes.
I enjoyed writing it very much, it was so easy, after trying to fight my way through a long book.
It's strange, I have forced myself to avoid writing for children. Wanting to write something more serious.
Ah well, what will be will be.