Firstly, I will say that my body and I have had our ups and downs. I treated her terribly in my twenties. And so she decided to teach me a lesson. Somewhere between 23 and 24 she stopped…
Writing a book is not that easy, but that’s ok.
A few months ago you may have seen me make a formal commitment to my novel, promising myself (and the blogging world) that I would work on it every Friday afternoon. At it stands, this is not going so swimmingly, I have written a grand total of no chapters.
Literary Lion. Meow.
When the maid found him he was strapped to the toilet. Naked. Rope wrapped around him and the white porcelain bowl that he hugged. His head slumped in past the seat. His skin pulled at his spine as it curved over each bobbled bone. Across the ridge was a detailed engraving of a panther, pink.
Day 96.
Who better to keep an eye on my enhanced appearance makers than the original glamour lady herself? The keeper of painted faces. #100happydays #day96
Day 95.
Why hang your coat on a hook when you can drape it on the horn of a rhino, on the snout of a pig, or on the schnoz of a moo cow? #100happydays #day95
Day 85.
So Laura created a fusion of milk and strawberries, producing a girlish glass of pink that no other liquid could hold a candle to. And Laura saw that it was good. #100happydays #day85
Day 58.
In a bid to collate my chaotic collection of loose pages I have invested my pretty pennies in a journal of the leather bound kind. One day soon these loose thoughts will have transmogrified into something bookshelf worthy. And what…
Flash Fiction Friday. The Easter Bunny.
Pink rabbit. His parents are blue.
Day 50.
Today’s happiness stars a shopping bag loaded with a fuchsia cockatoo and a boy’s batman sweatshirt. The bird will join our household zoo of exotic creatures in rainbow shades. The sweatshirt will join my hare-brained wardrobe. #100happydays #day50
Day 42.
Cat socks. Beaming in luminous pink and purple. Just because my wardrobe is often muted in colour, does not mean my feet aren’t euphorically dancing in their shoes amidst rainbows. If I had a cat I would call him McQueen….
Day 33.
I have discovered a pink hippo and taken it captive in my office. He likes eating Sylvanian Family beavers, vanilla flavoured lip gloss and gold quill ink. As luck would have it, I have all of those on my desk….
