Tuesday Tattle

222/365: Droodle glass (Photo credit: add1sun)

2013 has been a great year in many ways, but I do seem to have had a lot of minor ailments.   As someone who hardly ever gets sick except for the occasional cold, I am beginning to feel irritated with myself.

Or I would, if I didn’t feel so unwell.  It’s a sore throat, congestion and queasiness today.  Nothing a two-hour afternoon nap and a shout at the Hub can’t cure, I’m sure.

Maltesers bucket (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Thank you to those of you who have sent jokes in exchange for the hope of a box of Maltesers.  There’s still plenty of time to email them to thelaughinghousewife@gmail.com.  I’m looking for a good ‘un for Joke 1001.

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I signed up for another creative writing class which began last night at the local high school.  It must be my fourth in as many years.  They are a great stimulus to writing, a way to make friends (you can never have enough friends; especially when you have a birthday coming up), and jolly good fun, too.  

However, I forgot that we have to do fiction writing and I don’t like fiction writing, except about my life (you didn’t really think the Hub was happily married, did you?).  I have to create a character for next week and even I can see he’s cliché-ridden and a bit of jerk (sorry; I was daydreaming about…no, I’m not going there: it’s my birthday next week and I want him to be speaking to me).

Todays doodlegirl brought to you by generous dontations from Al Literate, Cade Ants, and Rye Mann (Photo credit: Graela)

In an effort to stave off the worst of this bug and lose weight at the same time, I have overdosed on Vitamin C today (too much Vitamin C acts as a natural laxative, apparently).

I had lemon juice in hot water but it tasted salty.  Does anyone know why?

I do hope it’s not that the dishwasher isn’t rinsing properly.

On the other hand, that would explain my general germiness.

King Germ (Photo credit: eat more toast)

 

Happy Days Are Here Again!

Making a room of one’s own

Virginia Woolf said that every writer needs ‘a room of one’s own.’  Until I got married, I had one.  Then I was too busy being in love, raising babies, living my life to need one. 

In 2003, I started a degree with the Open University and in 2008 I took their Creative Writing course and rediscovered my love of writing.  

I have had, since then, the use of the Hub’s computer, but not his desk i.e. I can sit at it to use the computer but not put anything on it; our bed; and 55 note books.  That is about to change.

Make way for Tilly!

The Hub fixed me up with a laptop over Christmas.  Tory Boy came home for ten days and, once he was done being ill, he cleared half of the stuff in his room into the loft, the recycling or the bin.  We rearranged the furniture and there is now space for a desk, which Spud is kindly donating because he also got a laptop for Christmas and no longer needs his PC.

Today, I plan to move the desk into what is now the spare room.

I have the best family in the world.  And a writing space of my own!

Joke 196

I told my friend about the creative writing class I took, and she said that she had a simile experience.

My Note Books

Earlybird gave me this idea: sharing my notebooks with you. 

I started using a notebook on the advice of the Open University creative writing course.  I knew at once that I should have kept one all my life.  I’m making up for lost time: since starting one back in 2008 I have filled thirty-seven:

I like to cover them.  I use interesting things I find and bind them with sellotape to make the covers stronger.

My first four were rather dull:

Then I decided to have fun.  I use newspaper cuttings:

Pretty ladies:

Souvenirs of happy days:

Funny birthday cards:

Sometimes the front and back are different:

And sometimes share a theme:

They reflect my interests:

My home:

And my love:

But most of all, they combine two of my favourite things: writing and sellotape.