I have a confession.
No work was done that afternoon. Now I had sheets to clean, thoughts to reassemble. Would I repeat the experience was my first thought? That didn’t take too much consideration. Yes, yes, yes! Is he a keeper? I don’t think so. If he is a test drive; I need more lessons.
He left before I woke. The space beside me empty, his presence lingering. Rolling into that empty space, warmed the scent he had left behind. Bottled, it would sell well. I stripped the bed, leaving the sheets in the machine until later. A quick shower, skipping breakfast, I took the car, to work. I can’t afford to be knocked off my bike right now. That makes it sound like I am planning to in the future. I mean, I don’t want to play with that kind of danger right now.
My boss said I took a big risk telling a writer his idea stinks. ‘I didn’t say it quite like that. ‘
‘Lucky for you he didn’t mind. He said he would send in the locations as they arrive in the story.’
I managed to do some work. The rest of the crew were as pleased as the boss. He is a big name. His books are followed by young enthusiasts all over the world. I felt like I had landed a marlin after hours wrestling, much of which ended up between my sheets. A night to remember, yes. A night to repeat, yes please, and soon, I hope. That depends on his first draft when he sends it in. I cannot wait to start work on it. The sooner I give him something to look at, the sooner we might meet again to approve the work over lunch. I was hoping for a repeat of the last time.
The weeks passed, I was beginning to think he had changed his mind.
Turned out to be five weeks before I received a call for lunch. Same place, mid-day Saturday.
I don’t work weekends. For him I made an exception. I need to drop that into our next conversation. Don’t want him to make a habit of changing my life around. I know, I can hear women across the globe saying, if the sex was worth it, what do you care about weekends?
I do care. All week the boss calls the shots, the weekends I’m in charge.
Saturday is going to prove interesting. My back isn’t exactly up, it’s a bit prickly. It would be up to him to smooth it out.
By now, I had extra work on my desk. I try burying myself in it, not wanting to think about Peter Westwood and his edible eyes. The extra time will give me time to stop thinking about him as I’m sure he’s not the one. I haven’t taken him for a test drive yet. One encounter after a long dry spell doesn’t tell me much more than I was just horny. If there is to be a second time, it must match the first time or surpass it.
I will let you know when that happens. Needless to say, I haven’t had the time to read the book that I picked up…
See you tomorrow…
© Anita Dawes 2021
I need a little of the seas strength and inspiration today… You are welcome to share!
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a rocky landscape, near the ocean. Overhead an old house with a few mechanical devices is floating in the sky on a small piece of land.
Could be I have set my sights too high This old house aint worth moving It’s mine, I love it The land too, it holds memories Strange to say, I have found a way To mechanise my piece of land I now travel the universe Looking for a place to set down Many of the seas and skies Remind me of the old homestead Like Gulliver, I long to find a space To drop down, to call home To make new memories To add to my land The sights I have seen Seeds and plants I have gathered I have taken away memories of people Who have stood on my land Their essence seeping through like rain Will speak to me, keep me company On dark nights Until a space opens that I can fit into And drop anchor…
© AnitaDawes 2021
Remembering my first Encounter with a Mobile phone…
It’s not often that I give up on anything. Being one of the most stubborn people on this planet, means that I usually persevere or (drive myself and the rest of my family insane) until I master whatever it is I want to do.
But giving up doesn’t happen often, and I am ridiculously happy to be able to say that. I gave up on a job once. It was well paid but strenuous, and after two weeks, I was forced to admit that it was slowly killing me. I gave up on my marriage for roughly the same reason.
What this usually means, is I regard it as a personal failure, rather than the acceptance that it was a mistake and not for me. It has to be my fault, you see, that I had to run away/or give up.
And today, I gave up on my first mobile phone.
Sounds silly I know, when you consider that I have tackled the world of computers, the internet, self publishing and the vagaries of Twitter, to mention but a few.
I had wanted a mobile phone for a while. Everyone I knew had one, so they couldn’t be that difficult to use, I thought. What I didn’t realise, was that you are essentially looking at a computer system in a very small box.
“Just charge it up and switch it on…” the attractive young man in Carphone Warehouse told me. Adding, with a smirk, that I could return it inside two weeks, if I changed my mind. And that should have alerted me. For if it was that easy to use, why would I need to change my mind?
I chose a Samsung, nothing too fancy, assuming it would be easier for me. It had a nice big touch screen, and I remember looking at it in the shop and wondering how on earth it could be operated with just the one button.
The first day, I opened the box and stared at the phone for most of the morning before switching it on. I was at once assaulted by several messages – all requiring me to do various tasks. I tried to understand what they wanted, but after just one hour of insanity –I switched it off in disgust and not a little frustration.
I had been assured it had an instruction manual, but a small leaflet explaining how to change the battery did not cut the mustard!
On the second day, I tried again. After several attempts to enter the required information, I gave up again. Mainly because it logged me out after two attempts. I moved on to more interesting subjects, installed a few apps and explored a bit. But even with my stubborn streak running at full throttle, I ended up switching it off again.
The damned thing goes into stand-by mode every time you stop to think.
It also makes countless annoying bleeps, for as yet unknown reasons.
None of the menus appear to work, switching you to other screens as and when it feels like it.
I eventually found the help screen, but even following the advice to the letter, nothing helped. The instructions were concise but didn’t seem to be referring to my phone. And even when I found something to actually try, it didn’t work.
I was beginning to feel increasingly more stupid than usual, so I decided to quit. I didn’t really need a crazy, non functioning nightmare accessory to highlight my faults, so I put it back in the box and went back to my regular means of frustration, most of which had already learned who was boss…
The trouble with being super stubborn, is that you never really give up, and of course, I hadn’t. Sometime later, I was introduced to an Apple iPhone and fell in love with how easy it was to use. Makes me wonder if I would prefer an Apple computer too as they are so user friendly…
The First Thing You See…
There has long been a standing joke in our house, that it is impossible for me to leave anything alone.
Never satisfied, that’s me.
They just don’t understand. I constantly wonder if a creation, doesn’t matter what it is, could be better. It’s not really my fault if something inside of me instinctively seems to detect less than perfection in almost everything I do.
This habit, unfortunately, does include people, but on this occasion, I am talking about those things I can possibly improve!
If you have followed my trail at all, you will probably know all about the countless changes I keep making in my endeavours to create the perfect book/cover/blurb.
Again, not my fault if these improvements present themselves to me. I have never been one of those ‘that will do’ people, and my antics drive me just as insane as anyone watching.
But there is one thing I constantly change and I love doing it. Not because I am looking for perfection mind you, but simply because I can. And as it is a constant source of inspiration, it is well worth the bother. I am talking about the screensaver on my PC.
I found this site on the web called ‘WallpapersEveryday’ that allows you to change your screensaver image every five minutes if you wish. You can even have a slideshow of all your favourites, but these tend to make me giddy.
They have thousands of images, something for everybody, and I have found some truly beautiful images on there to inspire me. Like this one!
I firmly believe that one of the first things you see every morning should be beautiful and inspiring… No peeking in the mirror then!
Wishing everyone a wonderful weekend, and see you on Monday!
For the visually challenged writer, the surrealistic image shows a man and a boy walking among large trees that are crowned with paint brushes with bristles covered in white paint dripping from the clouds above.
Your Inner Eye This forest of trees my son Is a tribute to all the great artists who walked the earth many years ago There are those that paint The star filled skies Jewels that dance above our head Like Van Gogh's Starry Night Monet painted the ground Gardens to dream in So many of us do not have the inner eye To see the beauty To have the desire to capture on canvas Without the hands that held paintbrushes The world would be a duller place Not forgetting, the many that decorate The churches, cathedrals, places of worship With a little added inspiration of coloured glass If you can feel it in your heart You might find your inner eye…
© Anita Dawes 2021
It has stopped raining and the sun is shining its socks off here in Hampshire. It is so good to see a blue sky, if only for one day as rain is predicted for the rest of the week.
We are posting two challenges today and Sadje’s prompt has conjured up fond memories of Cornwall, somewhere we would love to move to someday.
Cornwall I am not much of a globe trotter More of a home bod Plus, I never have the money To travel any further than Cornwall The place that stole my heart I would love to walk through that amazing tower To stroll along the streets I could almost feel as if I had travelled back in time To a magical harbour To feel safe in that cosy street To visit the tiny yellow house I wonder, would they let me enter The green tower above the clock That ticks time away slow Like a soft summer breeze It looks to me that you could let Children play on those streets With no fear of danger I will wait for another lifetime To visit all the places that sit waiting In my mind…
© Anita Dawes 2021
Good morning and a happy Tuesday to you all!
Today we are posting one of our favourite writing prompts, The Sunday Whirl’s Wordle…
The chosen words always manage to conjure up different worlds and emotions. So much so, we have been thinking of creating writing prompts for your delectation!
What do you think?
My mind clear No longer feeling drowsy I seek my way Under blue spacious skies Thoughts open a new room in my mind Simple waves of delight Wash over me I am taken back to a time When folk would say Grace For the food on their table I wondered if I could bring it back To my own family The more I thought about it The more I knew it wouldn’t work My family are too technical They would rather pray to the internet Or Nintendo I wanted to stay longer To share supper with these people Of gentle ways When I have children of my own I will try to remember to say Grace…
© Anita Dawes 2021