first you must have an idea, however small – ideas are like dough – they rise higher than you ever thought they would
then some courage is needed to put the idea into words on a page
when they are words on a page, they must be edited – not to perfection – the odd typo – let’s make it a puzzle to see if anyone who visits will notice – (i certainly didn’t)
when cutting and pasting *remember* to keep formatting as it is – and schedule it for next Friday and not accidently backdate it to last Friday (which i certainly didn’t do and never have)
Google popular tags and times of day best to post – i still do this after 5 years – you would think i would learn – open Twitter & check hashtags other bloggers are using – become distracted –
reading their blogs and your TBR list has gained several new books – oops, just like that
if it is a book review blog – do include if the book was an ARC – i promise my unbiased opinion –
make sure the post has images and in preview – check the paragraphs haven’t bunched together –
is the blog connected to social networks – post automatically –
have i titled the post – no no – think for ten minutes on something that will entice the reader – draw them in – realise laptop is 2 per cent away from running out of battery – save blog schedule to post and breathe.
thank you for reading this spontaneous poem. if you want to read other poems, i posted one here a few days ago and another here last week. You could also become a subscriber of my Patreon and find lots of my poems on there.
The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie 4/5
Can you imagine how fun it must be (I’m kidding) sitting down and imagining … these murder scenarios? Do the writers fox themselves? Because characters, even if we do ultimately control them, still do what they damn well like.
I also love Agatha Christie’s dialogue. I think I have said it before in a review, but I bloody love good dialogue. It’s like music to my ears, when you read some dialogue and it has a bit of bite to it and a bit of humour. It’s pleasing. Roddy Doyle is another author that I like for dialogue.
I think I want dialogue to mirror real life. Which is why there are no rules to writing. You would have dozens of editors complaining if how we spoke to each other was put in our stories. It wouldn’t make sense. Unfinished thoughts, talking over one another, repetition, some coarse language. Of course, accents and dialects too. Do you feel perhaps in stories we try to replicate the perfect scenario? Isn’t that why we read stories, we expect a start, middle and end. I personally love reading stories that don’t really have a story, more happenings. I read a book a couple of months ago like that. It was Keith Waterhouse’s There is a Happy Land. It’s a beautiful book. I probably read it once every couple of years. I don’t have my own copy of it. I know where it is in the public library and I pluck it off the shelves periodically. Pluck is the wrong word. The shelves are packed tightly in my public library and it’s more of a shuffle, tug, pull, shuffle, break a nail and a yank. Then you realise it’s the wrong book and not what you want after all and have to get it back in.
Anyway, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd was a hit with me. It’s all very clear and obvious whodunnit by the explanation at the end, isn’t it?
Another mystery I read was
Hate Bale: A Rural Cosy Mystery by Stephanie Dogg 3/5
Hate Bale is very cosy. It has romance, humour and its setting and characters were different (depends what you’ve been reading, I guess) The murders though are brutal, when you think about what you are reading. The ending was wordy, and it went from 60 to 100 in the space of 3? chapters. I felt the plot and the pacing could have been tightened. It did meander, not that I mind a meander. Other readers may not. Not a bad read though. I liked it.
my book is on sale 14th February through to the 20th.
i self-published this book a few years ago. i don’t write much poetry on love anymore, but reading these poems again has gotten me inspired. a lot of the poems in La La Love were written when i was younger, using Tumblr as a blog, was in a long distance relationship, a toxic relationship, so the poems reflect much of that. i learnt from writing these poems about poetry, about myself as a person &poet. so im still very fond of them. thinking about the Tumblr days reminds me about then i loved writing and sharing my writing with people and i just wanted to be read and connect. then other shit took over and almost took the love away. i got burnt out. i don’t think ill not ever be in love with poetry, or with writing. it remains the one way i can have conversations and connect with people and make my voice heard.
I have seen this book on a number of blogs and so I thought ok let’s try it. I finished reading this book and wow the number of vile characters in it. Some didn’t seem to have a moral compass either, but they work for the vehicle of our main protagonist Rosa.
Also there’s a fair amount of naughty language and sex too in the book. The sexual innuendos made me groan so much. Some of the dialogue was 😬 .
I identified so much with Rosa. Rosa not so much drinks alcohol, as abuses it and is a nightmare when drunk. The writer shows us why those are the symptoms of a difficult childhood and not the cause. You could also say Rosa eventually found her purpose in life from the corner shop, so didn’t need to drink. I’m sure there’s more to come from her.
I was up and down with the book, dial down your expectations from reviews, but the metaphorical punches kept coming and by the end I wanted to read more from these characters.
There were so many strands of story, but it all added up to a fun book and was never dull. The pace of the book zipped along. I was expecting something a little more cosy and not so much in your face, from the description and cover of this book, but four stars from me.
It was a good book to get me out of a reading slump.