Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!!

I won't be blogging for the next few days because I'm going down to the rentals and in to London to see "Legally Blonde The Musical". I'm very excited, but looking forward to being back already so that I can go back to work.

Tonight I'm heading out for a cocktail or two. (Woop Woop).

Whatever you are up to tonight; have an awesome NYE!!

xx

Our boiler!

For the past few days we have had no hot water whatsoever! It has been horrible; no hot baths, no hot showers, and no hot water for the washing up! It's been positively medieval!! The house gave us the most unwanted Christmas present; one that we can't return!

This is why I haven't been blogging for the past day or so; I've been trying to sort out somebody to come and repair it. I'm only 22 and I felt like I was having a mid-life crisis over this bloody thing. The plumber we normal have was in Benidorm (lucky for some), the man down the road didn't know the model, and so finally I resorted to British Gas. I think I chose the wrong profession. I should become a plumber, and then when things like this happen I can fix it myself, not wait around for hours for somebody to arrive who will end up leaving with my money!

What can you do eh?

There's a Monster in the Cupboard

There's a monster in the cupboard,

I can hear him grumble and roar.

He comes out the most at nighttime,

When he hears Dad start to snore.

Mum says he's pure evil.

Granny Mavis agrees too,

They say it's on its way out.

And they don't know what to do.

If the monster's on his way out,

I'd better be prepared.

I've hidden a spatula under my pillow,

So he knows that I'm not scared.

This morning a man came knocking.

With a black case and a van.

I asked if he was monster hunting.

He said he'd do what he can.

He was upstairs for hours.

I thought he might have died,

I thought I should go and take a look.

I bet I could kill the moster if I tried.

At half past four he came down

With a smile and a wrench in his hand.

He said that the problems were over.

He'd sent the monster back to his homeland.

I went upstairs to the cupboard.

To look at the monster's old lair.

Inside it was quiet and peaceful.

The monster was no longer there.

The SALES are here!?

I had to drop my boyfriend into work today - at 9am! - so decided I'd brave it and have a quick look round the sales while it was still reasonably quiet! BIG MISTAKE! Not only did I have to wait around for AN HOUR in the freezing cold because the shops opened at 10am, but by that time, there were thousands of people wanting to shop too! I hate the sales. Hate them, hate them, hate them!!!

However, I do have a love of shoes, so I decided to write a haiku about them to cheer myself up!

Lovers

You had me at "Hello".
Pierced an arrow through my heart.
I'm forever yours.

...and now it's time for a coffee!

Haunted

I have just been told how depressing my writing is at the moment, but when I am inspired by something it takes over a little bit. Writing in a genre that is quite dark is a little bit of what I do anyway.

At the moment, my writing has been inspired by the advert that was on television a while ago highlighting domestic violence (I think it was taken off, but it had Keira Knightely in it. You can still view it on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQqCzJjev_8 ).

This poem complements two other pieces I have written surrounding the theme. This poem is an experiment, because poetry is not my strongest point. Enjoy...

Haunted

I lie here in the darkness,

and wonder if you're awake.

I try not to breathe too heavily.

But my hands begin to shake.

I don't want to turn and face you;

I'm scared you might be there.

I'm the one you like to haunt.

The one you love to scare.

I slowly turn but cannot see you,

I am alone amidst in dark.

The room fills up with morning.

I am greeted by the lark.

I wonder where you could be hiding,

In our game of hide and seek.

You always seem to find me,

Round corners I must peek.

I tiptoe out the bedroom,

I linger on the stair.

I try not to breathe too heavily,

In case you might be there.

I do not hear you standing beside me.

But I feel the final blow.

My life flashes before my eyes,

As I land in a heap below.

I lie here in the darkness.

So this is how it must be.

You can haunt my nightmare life no more,

In this house you made for me.

Understanding Wild Rose

When I was a little girl, I had an imaginary friend. He appeared one day sitting at the end of my parents' bath. He didn't tell me his name, so I never gave him one.

My imaginary friend was always there when I needed to talk to somebody. We'd have tea parties, and I'd find myself sitting in my bedrookm randomly telling him about my day....

They say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness don't they?

One day, my friend disappeared. I never heard from him or saw him again. Yet, I still found myself with words in my head and nobofdy to hear them. This is when I started writing.

My very first story was written in a spiral bound green Flintstones notepad. It told the story of a group of children who go on a spooky adventure and discover the ghost of Fred Flintstone. I told ny friends at school, and everybody wanted to be in it. People would refuse to let ne play if I didn't put them in the story. It was a pretty shocking story, but it was the first time I realised people wanted to listen to what I had to say.

Twelve years on, and I'm still surprised that people are interested in my writing. I've moved on quite a bit from the days of imaginary friends and Fred Flintstone, but people who have looked at my work are still really positive about it.

Anyway; I've gone on about a load of rubbish, and now forgotten what my point was....just need a moment....

Aha! Yes; my point in writing this blog will mean that I can not only experiment with my writing, but it kinda means that I get my imaginary friend back. My fingers do the talking, meaning I can "talk" to myself without men in white coats knocking at the door.

This is the Dawning if a new Day with my blog!!