Holiday Revealed, Revived, Rewarded

Warbling  my  way   through  another  song  in  the  car,  I  was  on  my  way  to   Center  Parcs  at  Longleat  for  the  family  holiday.  I’d  waited  for  what  seemed  like  years,  though  it  were  mere  months,  for  this  time  away.

As  with  most  holidays  the  time  flew,  and  regrettably  I  had  to  say  goodbye.

As  it  was  a  sporting  holiday  (yes  I  did  say  sporting),  I  came  home  thoroughly  bruised,  achy,  and  covered  in  oil  –  you  know  to  ease  my  joints.  I  may  not  be  a  good  dancer,  but  even  I  could  manage  the  robot  with  all  my  stiffness.

For  those  of  you  who  don’t  know,  cycling  is  considered   the  main  form  of  transportation,  besides  walking  and  the  land  train.   If  you  thought  you  were  healthy  before,  you’d  definitely  come  home  twice  as  fit.  The  vast  expanse  of  Center  Parcs  pushing  your  stamina  to  the  forefront.

I’m  terrible  at  cycling.   When  I  was  younger,  our  annual  trip  included  extra  family  members.  While  they  were  sorting  out  their  bike  rentals,  I  pedalled  outside  on  my  very  own  pink,  purple  and  white  bike.  As   clumsy  as  I  am,  I  did  indeed  fall  off,  landing  uncomfortably  on  my  arm.  That  was  the  first  hour  of  the  first  day  of  our  holidays.  Yes,  I  had  broken  it.

Fast  forward  a  good  10  years  or  so,  back  to  the  same  bike  rental   building.  I  decided  I  would  be  brave  and  rent  a  bike  for  the  week,  though  I  hadn’t  ridden  one  in  years.  I  cycled  from  the  shop  to  the  villa  and  that’s  where  it  stayed  the  entire  week.  I  couldn’t  believe  how  utterly  rubbish  I  was  at  it.

Two  years  on,  I  decided  this  time  that  I  wouldn’t  bother  with  the  hassle.   I  had  learnt  from  my  mistakes.  Though  my  father  and  brother  had  gotten  bikes,  I  resisted  the  urge.

After  much  cajoling  I  was  made  to  use  my  fathers’  bike  on  occasion.  A  saddle  sore  bottom,  scrapes  and  cuts  across  my  legs,  fixing  chains  more often  than  cycling,  and  a  generic  lack  of  enthusiasm,  I  realised  the  term  ‘It’s  just  like  riding  a  bike’  true  meaning.  It  wasn’t   so  easy  after  all.

Even  more   spectacularly  was  Adventure  Golf.  As  proud  as  I  am  to  boast  that  I  was  the  only  one  to  have  a  hole-in-one,  I  was  also  the  one  that  lost  drastically.  Go  figure.

My  favourite  sport  had  been  eating,  and I  regularly  exercised  my  stomach  muscles.  They  are  now  at   their  rotund  peak.  I  will  soon  be  ready  to  compete  at  Sumo  Wrestling.

Through  foraging  in  the  woods  with  my  newfound  navigational  skills,  splashing  and  getting  stuck  in  the  not-so-lazy  river  part  of  the  pool,  and  spending  quality  time  relaxing  and  editing  my  novel,  I  have  had  a  well-spent,  exhaustively-happy  holiday.

A  shame  it’s  back  to  reality  on  Monday.

Happiness Unlocked

Friday  afternoon  I  celebrated  by  flailing  my  arms  about  in  the  air  whilst  my  legs,  extremely  uncoordinated  as  they  are,  swayed  to  my  non-existent  music.  Why,  you  ask?  Because  I  finished  the  first  draft  of  my  debut  novel!  Cheers!

As  I  questioned  my  ability  for  the  hundredth  time,  I  metaphorically  slapped  my  back  and  congratulated  myself  on  reaching  the  first  milestone.   Yipee!

For  the  past  month  I  have  sat  my  (hopefully-though-not-likely  small)  butt  at  the  desk,  and  written  every  day  pouring  my  heart,  guts  and  questionable  eye  fluid into  my  story.  I  could  tell  you  I  did  it  because  I’m  crazy,  but  honestly  I  loved  every  minute,  even  when  I  was  frustrated  at  my  characters  for  not  doing  what  I  asked  of  them.  I  mean  seriously,  who’s  the  writer  here?

After  the  writing  comes  the  editing,  and  perhaps  rather  foolishly  of  me,  I’m   looking  forward  to  the  process.  Please,  I’m  not  stupidly  punishing  myself,  but  it  means  I’ll  be  another   step  closer  to  publishing  my  little  bundle  of  joy.  You  can  understand  that  right?  Plus  I  really  need  to  make  sure  I’m  not  repeating  myself.  Repeating  myself.  😉

Idealistically  I’ll  have  you  all  swooning  over  my  creative  efforts,  and  by  some  unfathomable  reason  you’ll  be  knocking  my  door  down  to  read  the  sequel.  After  all,  I’m  nothing  but  optimistic.  *insert  cheesy  grin,  and  awkward  wink*

On  a  serious  note,  I  will  be  posting  the  prologue  soon  which  I  hope  you’ll  enjoy.  As  a  kind  farewell  I’m  going  to  let  you  in  on  a  secret;  my  novel  is  based  on  Werewolves.

Have  a  howlingly  good  week!

Let the story unfold…

Once upon a time, there was a girl with a dream as big as the moon…


OK,  let’s  start  again.

*Clears  throat*  I’m a new writer gearing  up to break into the publishing world.  I’ll be posting snippets of my previous work and current projects for you to read, laugh at, ridicule, and judge. Your comments are welcome, whether they’re kind (thumbs up!) or not (boohoo!) As much as I joke, your opinion on my work is valuable, so I thank you in advance for doing me the honour in reading what I write. *Hugs all round*

I won’t bore you with the minor details about myself, I’ll save them for the tragic, clumsy-fuelled stories that propel me through the day.  I’m really clumsy, you’ll see. I’m in my twenties, I live in the UK hence the spelling, I bake – a lot, I  write (obviously), and eat – I’m obsessed with food.  That sums me up a treat (pun intended).

I think I’ve waffled on enough now…Man, I’m on a roll! 😉