tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16410349085437970892024-03-13T18:00:59.463+00:00One Little Spark - a Writer's WorldGeneral ruminations, ramblings, and the odd bit of fantastical fictionC D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-58390958855778217362014-03-19T14:14:00.002+00:002014-03-19T14:14:43.110+00:00A change of locationHello lovely people!<br />
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I'm sorry I've been away so long. My temporary break turned into a massive hiatus.<br />
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I'm working on getting back to my writing, and getting back on schedule, but first things first: I've moved!<br />
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Well, not me, personally, but my site and my blog. If you're interested in seeing what I'm up to now, please go to:<br />
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<a href="http://cdmeetens.me.uk/">http://cdmeetens.me.uk</a><br />
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I look forward to seeing you all there soon, and hearing what everyone has been up to.C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-66835788849869333422012-01-02T09:00:00.011+00:002012-01-02T09:00:08.909+00:00Some announcementsThe start of a new year. A new beginning. Something like this tends to make me re-evaluate various items, but I'm behind on that right now (yeah, yeah, I know, the year's just started and I'm already behind - doesn't bode well, does it?)<br />
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Due to my "behind" status, I'm going on a little hiatus. During that time, I'm going to work out some changes for the blog and hopefully (fingers crossed) make some good progress with my rewrites.<br />
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Before I disappear off into the web-o-sphere, I have a few things I'd like to mention:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EvIzIVU0Zg/TwD1S6bvvDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/826CBDb2bVQ/s1600/FantasticalBlogAward.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EvIzIVU0Zg/TwD1S6bvvDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/826CBDb2bVQ/s1600/FantasticalBlogAward.gif" /></a></div>1) I loved participating in <a href="http://dailydodo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Laura's</a> SantaFest, and thank you so much to whoever made me this lovely blog award. I will be awarding it out to other worthy souls when I reappear.<br />
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2) I'm so glad I joined a critique group at the very end of 2010. Critiquing others' work, and having such talented people critique mine has definitely made me a better writer. I feel that's one of the better things 2011 gave me.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89aAloQL-Xo/TwD12MFCiqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/v_JMb2TZ0Hc/s1600/greatcommenteraward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1.6em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89aAloQL-Xo/TwD12MFCiqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/v_JMb2TZ0Hc/s1600/greatcommenteraward.jpg" /></a></div>3) I've been awarded the Great Comments Award by <a href="http://thegoldeneaglesblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Golden Eagle</a> and <a href="http://cheriereich.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Cherie Reich</a> - thanks, guys!<br />
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Generally, the award is supposed to go to the 20 most recent commenters, but my blog is still a tight-knit community, so I'm going to restrict the list to 10 on this occasion, and here they are:<br />
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<ul><li><a href="http://soniapereiramurphy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Sonia</a></li>
<li><a href="http://breakthroughblogs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Stephen Tremp</a></li>
<li><a href="http://dailydodo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Laura</a></li>
<li><a href="http://tfwalsh.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">T F Walsh</a></li>
<li><a href="http://sylmion.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Misha Gericke</a></li>
<li><a href="http://lynnkelleyrandomactsofwriting.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Lynn Kelley</a></li>
<li><a href="http://shevisworld.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Shevi</a></li>
<li><a href="http://dailydramaofanaspiringwriter.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Murees Dupé</a></li>
<li><a href="http://sarahgilmanbooks.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Sarah Gilman</a></li>
<li><a href="http://autumnstales.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Autumn Glazier</a></li>
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I think that's about it. Thanks for all your support on my blog over the last few months. Hope to see you again soon :).C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-35364983679468868692011-12-31T09:00:00.000+00:002011-12-31T09:00:03.423+00:00Things that make New Year's Eve fun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCcYJhCiTtA/TvGeFYqzt7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/D5PBcjv1szU/s1600/newyear2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 2em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCcYJhCiTtA/TvGeFYqzt7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/D5PBcjv1szU/s200/newyear2012.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>What with today being the last day before 2012, I thought I'd list out some things that might make a good New Year's Eve.<br />
<ol><li>Alcohol (I threw a party one year, and I've never seen my fridge so full of alcohol - it's never been like that again, either)</li>
<li>Auld Lang Syne (can't see the New Year in without that traditional song)</li>
<li>Food (whether at a party enjoying nibbles, or having a snack at home to make sure you stay awake until midnight, food is always good :)).</li>
<li>Winnie the Pooh stories (bear with me on this - when my sister and I were little, and my parents went out to a New Year's Eve party, we'd end up at my grandparents. Their neighbour always came in to see the New Year in with them, and my sister insisted on telling her a Winnie the Pooh story… every year! It became as much of a traditional for a while as wishing everyone a Happy New Year!)</li>
<li>Someone to kiss at midnight (not necessary, but can be nice - even if it's the cat. Actually, thinking about it, maybe the cat is a better choice.)</li>
</ol>Do you have anything to add to this list? I'm sure there must be lots more.<br />
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Whatever you're doing tonight, hope the New Year brings you lots of good things.<br />
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<a href="http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/view_photog.php?photogid=809"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Image: Idea go / FreeDigitalPhotos.net</span></a>C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-91185797528459130622011-12-28T09:00:00.004+00:002011-12-28T09:00:00.252+00:00Tangled Tides - Karen Amanda Hooper<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12047201-tangled-tides" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"><img alt="Tangled Tides (The Sea Monster Memoirs, #1)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1323149113m/12047201.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12047201-tangled-tides">Tangled Tides</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5044405.Karen_Amanda_Hooper">Karen Amanda Hooper</a><br />
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My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/243268655">4 of 5 stars</a><br />
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<em>On her eighteenth birthday, Treygan turns Yara into a mermaid against her will… and that's just the beginning. Tangled up in an underwater world of mysterious merfolk and secretive selkies, Yara discovers both sides want her for her ability to fulfil a broken a promise and open the sealed gateway to their realm, but they are battling over how it should be done. The selkies want to take her life, but the merfolk want something far more precious...</em> <br />
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I'm stingy with my 5 stars, I admit it, but this book certainly comes close. If I could award half stars, I would. As it is, I've got to settle on 4, but I do believe it deserves more.<br />
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I enjoyed this book a lot. It starts fast, with just enough time to introduce the main characters, before Yara is whisked away. As a new mermaid, we learn about her world along with her, the author adding information as it is pertinent to the story. I never felt as though I was being given a history lesson. The author's attention to detail, while never overstepping into the realms of the description detracting from the story, paints a stunning underwater world, with a hierarchy and a history - all the details needed to believe a place is real, including the mythology behind its creation. <br />
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Yara was very easy to like. A stubborn, compassionate girl, who wouldn't just take Treygan's word for anything in the beginning, she ultimately grew into a character who had the strength and courage to help everyone, if only she could summon it.<br />
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I loved watching Treygan change from being exasperated by Yara to letting his feelings for her grow, despite the side of her she didn't know - the side that would keep them apart.<br />
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I was also intrigued by Rownan. I think part of me expects a clean-cut villain, but I can't even describe Rownan as a villain. The author created a very rounded character, with strong motivations, that helped me understand why he acted the way he did… even when I didn't like it.<br />
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The plot kept up the pace, with moments of action interspersed with moments of learning and character development. I got to halfway and didn't want to put the book down. By the final third, the story hurtled on to a conclusion the author cleverly kept hidden from the reader, despite the first person POV.<br />
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I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys fantasy, some romance, and has a love for all things under the sea, real or mythological.<br />
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<div style="float: left; width: 33%;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/5915461-c-d-meetens">View all my reviews</a></div><div style="float: left; text-align: center; width: 33%;"><a href="http://karenamandahooper.blogspot.com/">The author's website</a></div><div style="float: right;">Amazon: <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B006E4PEE8/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=onelitspa-21&linkCode=as2&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B006E4PEE8">(UK)</a> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B006E4PEE8/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=onelitspa-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B006E4PEE8">(US)</a></div>C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-8319370972724403382011-12-24T09:00:00.000+00:002011-12-24T09:00:02.240+00:00The Night Before Christmas<blockquote class="tr_bq">"Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,<br />
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse."</blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wdaaWOUVtro/Ts9W94kqibI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9O9TWrOfHzE/s1600/merrychristmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wdaaWOUVtro/Ts9W94kqibI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9O9TWrOfHzE/s320/merrychristmas.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Merry Christmas, everybody!!<br />
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And to all of you who don't celebrate Christmas, Happy Holidays!<br />
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<a href="http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/view_photog.php?photogid=2280"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Image: digitalart / FreeDigitalPhotos.net</span></a>C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-30930266358683504292011-12-21T09:00:00.010+00:002011-12-21T09:07:30.284+00:00Flash Fiction - Casey and the Christmas PresentAs we're only a few days from Christmas, I thought I'd be festive, and give you all a bit of Christmas flash fiction. This story features characters from my novel, <a href="/p/books.html#casey">"<i>Casey and the Hereafter</i>"</a>.<br />
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<i>Casey is an unusual fourteen-year-old with some unusual friends, one of which she's decided to buy a Christmas present for. But what do you get for someone several millennia-old whose job involves erasing information from a book?</i><br />
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Casey stared into the shop window. The edges were framed by sparkling lights and potential Christmas presents littered the base, surrounded by a pile of white stuff, which she guessed was supposed to be snow. A book about some celebrity… a board game… a cute grey teddy...<br />
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<i>Gah!</i> She swung away from the window and walked up the street. She could just imagine Az’s face if she gave him a teddy bear: <i>“Well, he’s great, love, but I’m not sure what I’ll do with him when I get back. Perhaps the Ferryman would like something to cuddle.”</i><br />
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She shuddered. The thought of those bony fingers wrapped around the soft toy, those empty eye sockets staring at its grey fur… Another shiver rippled through her. Yes, OK, everyone needed a little love, but the Ferryman was a walking skeleton! “And don’t you tell me I’m discriminating against the dead, Az,” she mumbled, and shoved her gloved hands further into her coat pockets.<br />
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The breeze kicked up, whistling through her jacket. Was that laughter? She rolled her eyes. Trust him to be listening.<br />
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So, back to her problem. What did a mere teenager get an all-powerful being that already had everything he could possibly want – except perhaps time?<br />
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Hmm… Time. She could work with that.<br />
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A few day’s later, after bundling her parents and that golden-haired demon known as her little sister, out to do some late-night Christmas shopping, Casey knelt on her bed, peering out the window. Fake icicles dripped from roofs, lights twinkled in trees, and a bunch of carol singers walked from house to house. She hummed along to, <i>“We Wish You a Merry Christmas”</i>.<br />
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Her lightbulb flickered. She glanced at it. It dimmed, grew brighter, and died, cloaking the room in shadow. Beneath her, tiny quivers vibrated through the bed. Her chest of drawers shuddered, and the ornaments on her bookcase jangled together.<br />
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Casey returned to the street view and tried to suppress a smile. The guy <i>had</i> to make an entrance, didn’t he?<br />
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The mini earthquake came to an abrupt halt and light returned to the room.<br />
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“Ever heard of a door, Az?”<br />
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A deep chuckle came from behind her. “Most people expect the dramatics, Casey, love.”<br />
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“Doesn’t drama take more of your time?” She turned.<br />
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A man, who appeared to be in his late twenties, rested against her wardrobe, arms folded, as though he was part of the furniture. His pristine suit shone bright white on one side, while the other did its black-as-night thing. The grin stretched across his face spluttered into a frown. “Don’t get me started, love.”<br />
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He unfolded his arms and sat on the bed. “What with expectations and a rise in violence, I need all the time the Bosses can give me. Or, maybe just a way to pause it for a while.”<br />
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He gave her a wry smile, and she tried to look sympathetic, holding back the grin that wanted to make a break for it. Az was going to love the gift!<br />
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“I got you a present.” She pushed the small, gift-wrapped box towards him.<br />
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Az’s brows vanished into his black hair. “A present?”<br />
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“Goes with this little thing called ‘Christmas’. A season of giving? You might have heard of it?”<br />
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“I know what Christmas is, love, but we’re usually not involved with human affairs like these.”<br />
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“Well, consider yourself involved.” She grabbed his hand, and slapped the gift on his palm.<br />
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Az’s expression mirrored her sister, Lily’s, whenever Casey did something remotely nice for her.<br />
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She sighed. “It’s a present, not one of Marcos’s special packages. You see this?” She gestured to the wrapping. “It’s called ‘wrapping paper’”.<br />
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His eyes narrowed. “The Ferryman hasn’t been for a visit for a while, has he? Shall I fetch him?”<br />
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A shiver went through her. “That’s playing dirty, Az, but, fine. You open it when you want. I’ll just sit over here, and be all angelic sweetness and silence.”<br />
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Az’s mouth pulled up at the side. “I doubt you’re capable of that, love, but thanks for the laugh.”<br />
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Casey scowled, which only increased Az’s grin. She gave up trying to hold onto the expression when he removed the red, Christmas tree-dotted paper, and opened the little box.<br />
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Would he like it?<br />
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He extracted the small chrome object, and scanned the white face with its black numbers, followed by the large button on the top. One brow quirked. “A stopwatch?”<br />
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She nodded. Good? Bad? Not getting it at all?<br />
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“I’m the Angel of Death, love. Not an athlete.”<br />
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Not getting it at all. “You’re a jerk. Turn it over, will you?”<br />
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He twisted the stopwatch to view the back, and his eyes scanned the inscription engraved there: <i>For someone who needs to stop time every now and then</i>.<br />
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She held her breath.<br />
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A smile curved his lips, tenderness softening the lines on his face. He caught her gaze, and, for once, his eyes weren’t black holes of nothingness. Light sparked around the edge of the iris, and warmed the emptiness. “Casey, love.” His voice came out husky, none of the usual magnificent resonance. “It’s perfect.”C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-53069090110241954252011-12-19T09:00:00.011+00:002011-12-19T09:00:00.060+00:00The magic of lights<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJgxY6SddbI/TuaD0dVQ-fI/AAAAAAAAAII/TSVO8FQnfHI/s1600/christmaslights.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJgxY6SddbI/TuaD0dVQ-fI/AAAAAAAAAII/TSVO8FQnfHI/s320/christmaslights.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>When I was a child, I loved the Christmas tree lights. My mother, despite her dislike for Christmas and putting up decorations, would eventually get round to putting up the tree each year (this is why it happened all in one night - I think she wanted it over and done with ;) ). It stood in a corner of the room, brightly decorated, and, every evening, when it got dark, my sister and I were allowed to turn the lights on.<br />
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These lights were multi-coloured. Not plain white, or silver, or blue. They were red, and pink, orange and green… (and no, I'm not about to break into that rainbow song ;) ). I loved the way they lit up the tree and glistened off the tinsel.<br />
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As our artificial tree had a high base, I would spend a few minutes of most evenings lying on the carpet on my back, head beneath the branches, staring up at the lights through the green. To me, it seemed I'd entered a fairy land, and anything was possible.<br />
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Something happened a few years ago that put my love of Christmas on hold, but this year found me struggling to put my own tree together, spreading out branches, creating a bizarre pattern with the tinsel, and hanging up tree ornaments I'd gathered years before.<br />
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The best part?<br />
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Turning on those lights.<br />
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Still multi-coloured, still shades of red and blue and orange lighting up my tiny hall and playing over the plain cream walls. My tree isn't high enough for me to stare up through its branches, but something about those lights is still magical to me.<br />
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Do you find anything magical in Christmas decorations? Or do you have any ornaments for your tree that have special meaning to you each time you hang them?<br />
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<a href="http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/view_photog.php?photogid=659"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Image: Salvatore Vuono / FreeDigitalPhotos.net</span></a>C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-68244553686841092992011-12-17T09:00:00.000+00:002011-12-17T09:00:07.101+00:00Favourite memories of Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkHjcIochHA/Ts9TQGIQWgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xDzMJePi8DU/s1600/christmastree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 2em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkHjcIochHA/Ts9TQGIQWgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xDzMJePi8DU/s200/christmastree.jpg" width="131" /></a></div>As Christmas is only a week away, I got to thinking about Christmasses of the past, and found I had lots of fun memories. Here are some of them:<br />
<ol><li>All my grandparents and aunts arriving Christmas morning, ready to stay with us until the day after Boxing Day. I loved having my family around.</li>
<li>Going to bed at night to a plain house, and coming down the following morning to decorations and a tree in the living room. It was a present all in itself :).</li>
<li>Playing cards with my family in the evening, and my sister (somehow in charge of my Nan's cards) speaking for Nan: "She's sticking."</li>
<li>Watching my grandparents fall asleep, one by one, in the lounge after a very filling dinner.</li>
<li>My nephew telling me quite early last year's Christmas morning that: "Father Christmas has come."</li>
</ol>What about you? Do you have any favourite memories? Things that make you laugh, or feel warm and fuzzy inside?<br />
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<a href="http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/view_photog.php?photogid=809"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Image: Idea go / FreeDigitalPhotos.net</span></a>C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-38939447328289912682011-12-14T09:00:00.004+00:002011-12-14T09:00:06.248+00:00A writer's retreatWhile I could mean a retreat from writing here (and sometimes that sounds like a good idea), I'm actually talking about a place to go to write, or paint, or read, or just be you for a while.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N5NRejQG8zY/TswQWGQvydI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cUlHJsNaR7E/s1600/debscottage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N5NRejQG8zY/TswQWGQvydI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cUlHJsNaR7E/s320/debscottage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Where is this absolute gem, you ask? I'll tell you (because I'm nice like that).<br />
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It's in a tiny little village called Sheepwash, near Okehampton, in Devon. I know for a lot of my friends outside the UK environs this is rather a long way to go, but if you're ever visiting…<br />
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Anyway, I've had trouble getting into my rewrite with all the distractions of everyday life intruding. I'd booked a holiday, but, inevitably, if I stayed home, I'd find chores to do. My plan was to get away completely - escape - and concentrate on my writing for a few days.<br />
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I had heard of Deborah Dooley's <a href="http://www.deborahdooleyjournalist.co.uk/retreat.html" target="_blank">Retreats For You</a> on various other sites and it came highly recommended. She and her husband, Bob, have opened up their gorgeous thatched cottage to people needing a break. But it's so much more. Not only is breakfast included, but all meals and snacks as well (Deb makes amazing banana bread!). All food is home-cooked and I came away feeling better than I had in ages. Guess that says something about my cooking, huh?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6BKMUY1lIPc/TswQheZtIeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vu3LbjiN0J4/s1600/welcomingfire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6BKMUY1lIPc/TswQheZtIeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vu3LbjiN0J4/s320/welcomingfire.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>There is a desk in your room if you want to write, etc. up there. You are also free to sit in the lounge, with its comforting real log fire, and write. I took up residence there one afternoon, and Deb and Bob were kind enough to ply me with tea. I felt like a fraud - I had tea-making bits and pieces in my room (including fresh milk - what a luxury!).<br />
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If you want to take a break and watch a DVD, there's a whole library of them in the TV room at the back of the house, which is also for guests' use.<br />
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Deb is a freelance journalist and is available for general writing advice. Plus, with other writers staying at the cottage, there is the opportunity to get feedback about your day's writing, but only if you want to.<br />
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You can also be as sociable or as solitary as you like. If you'd like to keep writing, you can have your meals on a tray in your room.<br />
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While I was there, I finally managed to get over a bump in my rewrites that had been stalling me. I also relaxed for the first time in ages. If you need a bit of writing time, or a bit of "me" time, maybe you should try a retreat.<br />
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And if you're in the UK, or you're visiting here, I seriously recommend choosing Deb's <a href="http://www.deborahdooleyjournalist.co.uk/retreat.html" target="_blank">Retreats For You</a>, so you can experience for yourself the treasure of a place she's created in Devon.C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-63594732022976782552011-12-12T09:00:00.005+00:002011-12-12T09:00:01.597+00:00Season of giving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BeJak8I2IUc/Tt05m5tS3CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zUYfJ_WbqgQ/s1600/liebsteraward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BeJak8I2IUc/Tt05m5tS3CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zUYfJ_WbqgQ/s1600/liebsteraward.jpg" /></a></div>The lovely Murees Dupé, over at <a href="http://dailydramaofanaspiringwriter.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Daily Drama of an Aspiring Writer</a>, was kind enough to give me the Liebster award! I'm really touched. Thank you very much, Murees!<br />
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With this award, you have to do the following:<br />
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So, here are the people I would like to have this award. If you already have it, or simply would prefer not to have it, that's not a problem, but I think you all deserve it:<br />
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<ul><li>Steph at <a href="http://stephacrosstheborder.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Across the Border</a></li>
<li>Candy at <a href="http://cfitewrite.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Candy Lynn Fite</a></li>
<li>Maria at <a href="http://firstdraftcafe.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">First Draft Cafe</a></li>
<li>Jo at <a href="http://gapyearsthebook.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Gap Years The Book</a></li>
<li>Amie at <a href="http://amiesalmonworld.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Welcome to My World</a></li>
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Thanks again, Murees!<br />
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On another note, Cherie Reich is hosting a <a href="http://cheriereich.blogspot.com/2011/12/purrsonal-thursdays-tis-season-for.html" target="_blank">giveaway </a>on her <a href="http://cheriereich.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">blog</a>. A professional freelance editor, Cherie is offering the following:<br />
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You have until the 21st December to enter, so don't miss out on this great opportunity. Thanks very much, Cherie!C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-25922801406027478902011-12-10T09:00:00.005+00:002011-12-10T09:00:08.838+00:00Gods and Goddesses in Norse MythologyIn celebration of Coral Moore's book, <a href="http://www.chaosandinsanity.com/stories/broods-of-fenrir/" target="_blank">"Broods of Fenrir"</a>, and the fact that I recently finished Ali Cross's book, <a href="http://www.alicross.com/p/become.html" target="_blank">"Become"</a>, here are a few gods from Norse mythology. (In case you're wondering about my choice, Norse mythology features in both books :).)<br />
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<ol><li>Odin - Chief god, and the most powerful in Asgard. The world was created by Odin and his two brothers. You can tell him in pictures, because he only has one eye (he traded the other for infinite wisdom - think I'd rather have the eye and a steep learning curve ;)).</li>
<li>Frigg - Wife of Odin and queen of Asgard. Goddess of marriage and fertility. Her name means "beloved one".</li>
<li>Thor - Thunder god, the god of storms. Son of Odin and Fjorgyn (Earth). Strongest of all the gods, and known to be ill-tempered. He owns a hammer, called Mjolnir, which can hit any target, and always returns to him.</li>
<li>Freyja (also known as Freya) - Goddess of love, lust, beauty, sorcery, and death (busy girl!). Daughter of the sea god, Njord, and twin sister of Freyr.</li>
<li>Loki - Trickster god. He was not an Aesir, but Odin took him in and made him his blood brother. Hence, why he lives on Asgard. Not to be trusted. Full of mischief, and heads towards evil as time goes on.</li>
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So, there you have it, and here endeth today's lesson in world mythology ;). What myths do you like reading about?C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-32834672852021871932011-12-07T09:00:00.001+00:002011-12-07T09:00:10.664+00:00Guest post by Coral Moore: Werewolves in Mythology<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2qCMeMfRGk/TtXq1d4FRcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Gn0iRvumN4U/s1600/BroodsofFenrir_200x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2qCMeMfRGk/TtXq1d4FRcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Gn0iRvumN4U/s1600/BroodsofFenrir_200x300.jpg" /></a></div>I'm excited to welcome Coral Moore to my blog today. I was fortunate to meet her while she was writing her new novel, <i>Broods of Fenrir</i>, which has roots in Norse mythology. Here's the blurb for the book:<br />
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<i>Shapeshifter Brand Geirson was raised to rule the Broods of Fenrir, but he refused his birthright. Instead, he killed their brutal leader–his own father–and walked away. For hundreds of years he’s avoided brood </i><i>society, until a werewolf kills an innocent human woman and Brand finds himself dragged back into the violent politics of the shapeshifters. When the two brood women who mean the most to him come under threat, he </i><i>must take up the throne and risk becoming the kind of vicious bastard his father was, or let the broods descend further into chaos–taking the friend he swore to protect and his lover with them.</i><br />
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Now, I'll let Coral tell you about the influence of mythology on her werewolves.<br />
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Mythology is one of my favorite subjects. We can learn so much about our past by understanding the deities that long-dead civilizations worshipped. For me, Scandinavian myths in particular are fascinating. There’s something visceral about the Norse deities that makes them more human and at the same time more fearsome than other gods of the ancient world.<br />
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As some of the world’s oldest storytelling, folklore and mythology are all but indistinguishable. Many of the monsters that scare us even now have their origins in the stories surrounding Ra, or Ares, or Odin. Shapeshifters have varied roots, sprouting from the fertile imaginations of many of the ancient cultures at nearly the same time. A man who becomes an animal, or takes on the qualities of a beast either physically or mentally, is a frequently visited topic.<br />
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In Norse stories, Berserkers fought with furious intensity that bordered on madness. Though they never actually became animals, they wore bear pelts and were purported to drink the blood of their foes. Another group of warriors, called the Úlfhéðnar (oolf-head-narr for those brave enough to try saying it aloud), wore the pelts of wolves and would press their attack together, like a pack. These elite warriors were said to be stronger than normal men and quite literally without fear.<br />
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Now, for a girl like me, that starts the brain churning in all sorts of cool directions. What started out as a casual interest in the history of werewolves turned into a full-fledged craving for Skaldic stories and poems revolving around wolves. After many hours reading about Norse culture and myths the eventual origin story I worked out goes a little something like this:<br />
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A species of werewolves was enslaved by the pre-Viking barbarians that inhabited Northern Europe. These slaves were used as shock troops, sent into battle first to scare their enemies with the savagery and power of their onslaught. To increase their utility, the werewolves were selectively bred to enhance aggression and all remnants of what they had been vanished amid generations of bloodlust. Over time they became a more brutal offshoot of Norse culture, worshipping their own subset of the Norse pantheon. They imagined that Fenrir, the monstrous wolf prophesized to bring about the end of the world by killing Odin, was their direct ancestor and had blessed them with their ability to change form.<br />
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The werewolves you will meet in Broods of Fenrir are the descendants of these slaves. In many ways, once they escape from captivity their culture becomes stuck in its primitive state. With lives many times longer than humans, they are unable to change due to a combination of self-imposed isolation and a lack of understanding that the way of life they cling to is not truly theirs.<br />
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If you’re interested in talking about mythology or werewolves find me on <a href="http://www.twitter.com/coralm" target="_blank">twitter</a> or stop by my <a href="http://www.chaosandinsanity.com/" target="_blank">website</a> and say hello.<br />
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Buy links for <i>Broods of Fenrir</i> (<a href="http://www.chaosandinsanity.com/stories/broods-of-fenrir/broods-of-fenrir-excerpt/" target="_blank">Read an excerpt</a>):<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006AKQVR0" target="_blank">Amazon</a> (<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B006AKQVR0" target="_blank">UK Version</a>)<br />
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<a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/106624" target="_blank">Smashwords</a><br />
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<a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/books/e/2940013500624" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a>C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-74543241762650134542011-12-05T09:00:00.001+00:002011-12-05T09:00:07.916+00:00SantaFest 2011!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs4WwkRUUW0/Ttv344DvKgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XqnPQqeWa9o/s1600/santafest2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs4WwkRUUW0/Ttv344DvKgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XqnPQqeWa9o/s200/santafest2011.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Laura over at <a href="http://dailydodo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Daily Dodo</a> had the wonderful idea of a blogosphere-wide Secret Santa on Friday. Yesterday, in collaboration with Loralie at <a href="http://blog.apathyshero.com/" target="_blank">Apathy's Hero</a>, she made it a reality!<br />
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The idea is to create a gift that's all about your creativity and not money. So, for example, a gift could be a piece of short fiction, or a photograph, etc. Everyone who wants to be involved signs up to the Linky List, and then Randomizer.org chooses who gets to create a gift for who. Everything remains anonymous.<br />
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I love this idea! I think it'll be a lot of fun to create a gift for someone in the blog community, and nice to be involved in such a wide-reaching Secret Santa at the same time :).<br />
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If anyone else would like to join in, just hop on over to Laura's site, and sign up by the 12th December (next Monday). There's more information over on <a href="http://dailydodo.blogspot.com/2011/12/official-announcement-santafest-2011-is.html" target="_blank">her site</a> too.C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-21489920871097994582011-12-03T09:00:00.001+00:002011-12-03T09:00:10.005+00:00A few UK cities<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-canMlJVkkZI/Ts9V7Fg1PZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oX6GF-O65Xg/s1600/royalcrescent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 2em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-canMlJVkkZI/Ts9V7Fg1PZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oX6GF-O65Xg/s320/royalcrescent.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I'm not really one for cities. To me, they usually look like a haven for concrete. However, I've found a few across the UK that are the exception, and here are some of them.<br />
<ol><li>Edinburgh (beautiful architecture, rich history, and close to stunning countryside)</li>
<li>Cambridge (a mixture of modern and historic, urban and rural, it's hard to believe Cambridge is missing anything)</li>
<li>Oxford (another example of the seamless blending of history and modernism)</li>
<li>Bath (stunning Georgian architecture and golden stone, gorgeous views, and a real sense of history - that would be Bath in the picture :))</li>
<li>London (despite being the capital, it manages to have havens of peace in the many parks, a river in the Thames, a theatreland unrivalled in the rest of the UK, and lots of amazing buildings dating back hundreds of years)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></li>
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<i>Anna is sent by her father to the School of America in France - away from her family and friends. As well as having to adjust to a new life and a foreign language, she meets St Clair, who, with his kindness and ability to make her laugh, fast becomes her best friend. He's already got a girlfriend, so there's no way she could fall for him, is there?</i><br />
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This is one of those books I'm going to read again and again just for fun, and also when I need a few laughs and a bit of comfort.<br />
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Anna's voice is fresh and real. Her fears about being on her own in France, and her mother going back to America made me think of my own time in college.<br />
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As well as the romantic element, the story explores Anna's new life in France, and the changes this creates elsewhere too, including with her family and close friends.<br />
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The characters aren't perfect, they make mistakes, and they learn from them. St Clair isn't the dashing hero, always doing the right thing, but although sometimes I wanted to give him a knock to wake him up, his motivations helped add realism to the story.<br />
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It made me laugh, hold my breath, hurt for Anna, and all sorts of things, and I had a lot of trouble putting it down until I'd finished it.<br />
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<div style="float: left; width: 33%;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/5915461-c-d-meetens">View all my reviews</a></div><div style="float: left; text-align: center; width: 33%;"><a href="http://stephanieperkins.com/">The author's website</a></div><div style="float: right;">Amazon: <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/0142419400/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=onelitspa-21&linkCode=as2&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=0142419400">(UK)</a> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0142419400/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=onelitspa-20&linkCode=as2&camp=217145&creative=399373&creativeASIN=0142419400">(US)</a></div>C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-87317628598526153182011-11-28T09:00:00.009+00:002011-11-29T21:17:35.048+00:00Christmas and cartoon piggies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ccF_zM_mDwc/TtNLAYqGjSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Q_hIbHA6k9Y/s1600/peppapigworld.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ccF_zM_mDwc/TtNLAYqGjSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Q_hIbHA6k9Y/s320/peppapigworld.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Yesterday was my birthday. What did I do? I went to see Father Christmas. Now, I realise this sounds a little bit strange. A thirty-something-year-old going to see Father Christmas, but I have an excuse. It was also the day my dad had booked to take my nephews to the Christmas event at Paulton's Park.<br />
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Consequently, my sister and her family, and my dad, my stepmother, and me all tottered off to Hampshire to give the little ones a treat.<br />
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What's up with the pigs? Well, Paulton's Park has a shiny new section, and it's devoted to Peppa Pig - a British TV programme that has gone viral in terms of books, toys, and now, even its own theme park.<br />
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As for the Christmas Wonderland, the queue took visitors though a snowy walkway, accompanied by singing yetis, reindeer, and elves in a gorgeous animatronic display. For the children, this was a great way to keep them occupied while they were waiting to see a bloke in a red suit.<br />
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My older nephew was keen to tell Father Christmas all about what he wanted for that illustrious holiday, while my younger one hung back a bit, deciding at the last moment that he was actually shy. When it came to the present though, the shyness evaporated, as if by magic ;).<br />
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I can't remember visiting many Christmas grottos, but I think this was done exceptionally well. It was personal for each child (they were called by name), and they were each given a gift suitable for their age group. At any rate, they had fun.<br />
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This was how I spent my birthday, but it was actually a first for me. When I was growing up, theme parks didn't do this sort of thing, and weren't open in the winter months. So, this was the first time I'd been to a theme park on my birthday! To top it off, my sister made me a cake, so it was also the first time, in a long while, I got to blow out some candles :).<br />
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Can you remember any birthdays with a difference? Or have you been to any Christmas displays that stood out?C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-23684581387196099032011-11-26T09:00:00.005+00:002011-11-28T08:53:36.803+00:00A few things to be thankful for<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7BsgfDtHUVo/Tstka57-6II/AAAAAAAAAG4/dAiEoPhcyds/s1600/thanksgiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 2em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7BsgfDtHUVo/Tstka57-6II/AAAAAAAAAG4/dAiEoPhcyds/s200/thanksgiving.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>In the spirit of my friends across the pond aptly-named holiday, Thanksgiving (which I think is a great idea, and we should adopt in the UK, even if we don't have the history that goes with it), I decided to consider what I'm most thankful for, and list them out here:<br />
<ol><li>My dad (there have been rocky times, but he's always supported me, been there for me, and he even reads my stories - sometimes several times. I don't know what I'd do without him.)</li>
<li>My sister and her family (she and my nephews make me laugh, and my brother-in-law is great for talking computers with)</li>
<li>My best friend (I've known her since I was ten, and she's always there for me to talk to if I need her. She's believed in my writing from the very beginning, and has always encouraged me in it.)</li>
<li>My job (I'm very thankful I'm employed doing something I enjoy)</li>
<li>My writing (it lets me visit some amazing worlds, meet interesting characters, and takes me out of myself for a while)</li>
</ol>So, that's me, even if it's a little late. Did you do anything nice for Thanksgiving?<br />
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<a href="http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/view_photog.php?photogid=3062"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Image: David Castillo Dominici / FreeDigitalPhotos.net</span></a>C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-65469663727139898002011-11-23T09:00:00.001+00:002011-11-23T09:00:07.503+00:00Promo - Spotlight on "Saving Fort Smoky"I have a treat for all of you today.<br />
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I first heard about Jenna Gustafson on Shannon O'Donnell's blog, <a href="http://shannonkodonnell.blogspot.com/">Book Dreaming</a>. Jenna has written a book, called "Saving Fort Smoky", and - get this - she's only 15 years old! The story started off as a class assignment, then she decided to turn it into a book.<br />
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I think this is a major achievement! When I was fifteen, I was still working on getting stories finished. I didn't get anywhere near having them published.<br />
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Here's the book blurb (from <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11810839-saving-fort-smoky">Goodreads</a>):<br />
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<i>Fort Futureland is a place of new and interesting contraptions, like cars and computers, the four children have never seen, and they are captivated. But the children soon uncover a sinister plot to destroy their beloved Fort Smoky. Will they be able to stop the evil leaders of Fort Futureland? Will they ever make it home? Will they be heroes for Saving Fort Smoky?</i><br />
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I think it sounds a heartwarming adventure story for children, and I might find myself buying it for my nephews when they're a little bit older. Here's where you can get it from:<br />
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Currently, my [somewhere] of choice alternates between the Canary Islands, which I'm told are great for sun and warmth at this time of the year, and New Zealand, which is a country I would love to return to, and they're just heading into their summer, making it doubly desirable.<br />
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My parents have previously headed off for cruises to the Caribbean in January - another [somewhere] that appeals courtesy of its sun and warmth. I also know of some people heading off to visit their Time Share in Portugal or their friends in Cyprus, both of which sound warmer to me than England does right now. If my face starts turning the slightest shade of green, you'll know why ;).<br />
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So, what about you? Are you enjoying the drop in temperature and seeing your breath appear as mist in the mornings? Or are you, too, dreaming of a warm sunny location to escape to? And where would that escape be?<br />
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(N.B. For those of you lucky enough to be heading into summer right now, colour me jealous ;).)<br />
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<a href="http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/view_photog.php?photogid=3116"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Image: Witthaya Phonsawat / FreeDigitalPhotos.net</span></a>C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-74975789682993351932011-11-19T09:00:00.000+00:002011-11-19T09:00:07.304+00:00Bad things that happened to good TV shows<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vk9rAZOYGg/TnTm_SluEhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/knfEWVcWJok/s1600/bloodties.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 2em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vk9rAZOYGg/TnTm_SluEhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/knfEWVcWJok/s200/bloodties.jpg" width="123" /></a></div>It seems I either get into shows just as something happens to change them, or I start a show that doesn't get to fulfill its potential. Here are a few of those.<br />
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<ol><li><i>Blood Ties</i> - got cancelled and I loved this series. Plus it ended in a very unfinished sort of fashion.</li>
<li><i>Charmed</i> - Prue dying. Even though the writers had a great premise for introducing Paige, and I don't know what happened between the actresses, I still really missed Prue.</li>
<li><i>Charmed</i> - Cole. I used to tune in each week just to watch Phoebe and Cole; I thought they were so sweet. They were my absolute favourite couple. Then, it all went to Hell. Literally. And she ended up with someone else? Bah!</li>
<li><i>Kindred: The Embraced</i> - another cancelled show, and after hardly any episodes. It seemed to have great potential, but didn't get the chance to develop it.</li>
<li><i>Lois and Clark: New Adventures of Superman</i> - the wedding that wasn't. I'm not too sure what happened here. There were rumours of the network wanting it drawn out, but it resulted in a lot of angry fans, a severe drop in viewers, and some crappy storylines (clones and frogs, anyone?).</li>
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Did you think these were bad things? Or did they help the shows? Any others you'd like to add?C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-79459693535005291262011-11-16T09:00:00.003+00:002011-11-16T09:00:09.391+00:00What's on "Show"?As writers, there's a little suggestion that's almost a rule: <i>Show don't tell</i>. When it's so much quicker to tell, this can be quite hard, so I thought I'd illustrate an example of what someone can learn without being told a thing.<br />
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On my regular commute home, a week or so ago (You wanted a story, didn't you? Don't groan.), I got on a train with a mother, a pram (holding a very young baby), and her four or five year old daughter.<br />
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I couldn't see them as my back was to them, but the mother cooed over the baby repeatedly, told him he was lovely, gave him kisses, and probably made him feel like the most loved baby in the world.<br />
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What did this show me? Well, how about that she adored that child?<br />
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The girl, on the other hand, she told off. All the time. There wasn't a word that left her mouth that wasn't a reprimand. I couldn't even figure that the child was being that naughty (or at all naughty). I mean, once, the little girl asked could she sit on her mother's lap, and the mother told her off, saying the little girl was too old!<br />
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What did this show me? I couldn't help but think she didn't like the little girl very much.<br />
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But why? The mother had already called the baby the little girl's brother, so they were definitely related. What else could there be to make the mother dislike the child.<br />
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My mind wandered to a few scenarios, and eventually came up with: did they have different fathers? If the mother was no longer with the little girl's father, and didn't think much of the father anymore, that might pass down to the child.<br />
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Sure enough, a while later, after the girl had done something else not so very naughty (I think she was playing with her brother's hair - playing, not tugging), her mother threatened: "If you don't stop, I'll send you to stay with your father."<br />
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Again, that statement doesn't tell me they're no longer together, but I understand by inference (that "stay with") that the parents are no longer together.<br />
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How about you? What did you learn from my little story? Did you draw the same conclusions as I did? And yet you weren't told a thing by the mother and the children. This is how, as readers, we figure out a fair amount of what's going on in books, and how "showing" can work for you as a writer. And that's my trying-to-be-useful quota spent for the day :).C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-82371076090512931862011-11-14T09:00:00.000+00:002011-11-14T09:00:11.452+00:00Getting back some "me" time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_IpM5VURbJE/TpC1V603bLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Mp1oz5seAvA/s1600/crossstitch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_IpM5VURbJE/TpC1V603bLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Mp1oz5seAvA/s320/crossstitch.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Recently, I read a <a href="http://claire-legrand.com/2011/09/07/hobbies-what-are-those-and-why-do-we-need-them/">post</a> by Claire Legrand, and it brought home to me how much my life had become work and writing, with no time for anything else. Don't get me wrong, I love my writing. The creating new worlds, characters, and following their stories - there's nothing like it.<br />
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Still, I used to do other things, and what with work taking up such a lot of my time, every other moment has become writing-oriented just to get something done. That post reminded me to do something else every once in a while - get back to other things I enjoy.<br />
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My response? <br />
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I located my half-finished cross-stitch (that would be the picture above - can you tell what it is yet :)). I used to spend a lot of time doing cross-stitch. I'm useless at sewing, but I find cross-stitch relaxing. The finding of it certainly wasn't relaxing. I'd had a tidy up (which automatically means I can't find anything) and it took me a while to remember where I'd "tidied" it to.<br />
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Having found it, I started up again. I'd got to a stage where backstitch seemed a sensible idea, so I continued with that. It was amazing how great it felt to do something different!<br />
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The same with a recent trip to the cinema with my sister. Nice to just spend some time chatting and seeing a movie.<br />
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I think I forget sometimes to put everything on pause and relax for a bit, and it's really true what they say: a change <i>is</i> as good as a rest :).<br />
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What about you? Do you remember to take timeout? What do you do to get away from the everyday norm?C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-10410809715306431952011-11-12T09:00:00.002+00:002011-11-12T09:00:00.626+00:00Nursery RhymesSomeone asked me a while ago to name five nursery rhymes I could still remember, and name them in a minute. I was surprised how difficult it was, as I thought these sort of things stayed with you (maybe I have too much stuff in my head already, and it's pushing the old stuff out ;)). Also, I'd read a few to my nephew not that long ago. Anyway, here are the five I could remember quickly.<br />
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<ol><li>Lavender's Blue</li>
<li>Bar Bar Black Sheep</li>
<li>Sing a Song of Sixpence</li>
<li>Hey Diddle Diddle</li>
<li>It's Raining, It's Pouring</li>
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Can you name any more? How many can you get through in a minute?C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-66988869385833506042011-11-09T09:00:00.001+00:002011-11-09T09:00:01.622+00:00Short vs longI'm one of these people who can set out to write something short, but still end up with something way over the word limit for that "short" descriptor.<br />
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I admit that I never had that problem with essays set as homework. Then, I tended to have trouble getting them up to the word count. Writing stories for English, though, or writing something for a competition… Inevitably, I'd have to take the editing scissors to my work before it could be handed in.<br />
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I think this is why writing novels appeals. OK, so no one wants a 250,000 word opus, so I can't get carried away when writing, but I do get to explore the story without worrying about the word count.<br />
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On the other side of the coin, "short" reins in my tendency to over-write, and makes sure I squeeze every last ounce of meaning out of every word.<br />
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Which format do you like writing best? Short or long? And which do you prefer to read?C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1641034908543797089.post-32412723052318976532011-11-07T09:00:00.000+00:002011-11-07T09:00:02.053+00:00The influence of the older generationI'm talking parents here, or grandparents, or your dad's friend who's almost part of the family. Not simply someone in the next age bracket up from you. Although, for all I know, they might fit into my little theme today too.<br />
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Inevitably, when your parents were kids, an entirely different selection of books was available - books you might never have thought of, had it not been for your mum reminiscing about how she read such-and-such as a child. Or your nan pointing out some books while out at a school fete.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zwV_JZDIJuE/TnrnWt7IFjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-jPkaE_BHYw/s1600/sadlerswells.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zwV_JZDIJuE/TnrnWt7IFjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-jPkaE_BHYw/s1600/sadlerswells.jpg" /></a></div>One such book series I discovered in this fashion was Lorna Hill's "<i>Sadlers Wells</i>" series. Mum started me off on this when she gave me the first book, "<i>A Dream of Sadlers Wells</i>". It was her own hardback copy that she'd read several times when she was younger.<br />
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I loved this series of books. I loved reading about Veronica and Sebastian. Then, later (as I went through the entire series), about Caroline, Ella, Rosanna, and Vicki.<br />
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But if not for my mum, I'd never have found these stories.<br />
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Do you have any books like that? Jewels discovered courtesy of the older generation?C D Meetenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185285028025647307noreply@blogger.com3