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A-Z Challenge

20130416-111927.jpg is for Night Owl. And many writers will admit to being night owls and staying up until stupid-o-clock because they are much more efficient and creative during the wee small hours. I know….I am a self-confessed Night Owl.

20130416-113318.jpg As soon as the sun begins to disappear over the western horizon and the sky glows red and gold….I start to come alive. Any feelings of being down or mildly depressed disappear, the creative juices start to flow and my Muse yawns, stretches and hops out of bed eager to begin writing.

I think also that I feel safer at night. No one can ‘get’ me when the rest of the world sleeps. No one will knock at the door (at least no one who I want to see) my phone won’t ring so there are no demands for my attention. And even as a child….I was never afraid of the monsters under the bed or ghosts who may be lurking in dark corners.( The only thing that I can remember which scared me silly was an episode of the 50s western series ‘Cheyenne’ when the hero of the title met the Native American mythological creature…The Wendigo. Now that’s really giving my age away. But I was about 4 or 5 at the time. )

The downside of being a night owl though is that most of your family and friends are ‘Larks’ …the opposite of ‘Owls’. Or if they are naturally ‘owls’, they’ve had the good sense to force themselves to change their natural rhythm because of work or family commitments. So when they are off ‘up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire’ at ten-o-clock, you’ve hardly started. Many are the times I’ve phoned/texted members of my family at midnight and beyond and had sleepy, slightly irate voices or return messages asking me ‘Do you know what bloody time it is?’ Er…..yes of course I know. And why are you in bed so early? And worse, they come knocking at your door at eight thirty when you’ve only been in bed for four hours.

And apart from writing more efficiently at night, you get to see, hear and feel things that ‘larks’ miss while asleep.
In summer one can occasionally see beautiful lightning dancing around the clouds and if one is really lucky, there’ll be some thunder as well. Foxes with their cubs coming to scoff the old cat food I used to put out at night, and hearing them barking on cold, misty nights. And one very memorable evening…I felt this;

The 2008 Lincolnshire earthquake struck Lincolnshire, in the United Kingdom, on 27 February 2008 at 00:56:47.8s GMT. According to the British Geological Survey, the quake registered a reading of 5.2 on the Richter scale with the epicentre 2.5 miles (4 km) north of Market Rasen.
Now that was really exciting, but had I gone to bed at a ‘decent’ hour I might have missed it.

I believe it’s true that…””Blessed are the owls, for they shall inherit the mystery and magic of the night”. And there is, for me at least, nothing as magical as seeing the first inky white glimmer of light in the eastern sky on a May morning, and hearing the first jubilant notes of the blackbird’s song as it resonates around the empty streets.

The late Margaret Thatcher famously said that she only had four hours sleep a night and thrived on it….I can believe that. And here is a list of other famous Night Owls;

Florence King
Fran Lebowitz
Hunter S. Thompson
Adolf Hitler during World War II slept from about 4 to 10 am and napped from about 5 to 7 pm.[13]
Charles Bukowski
Winston Churchill
James Joyce
Marcel Proust
Joseph Stalin
Keith Richards
Elvis Presley
Nick Drake
Van Cliburn

Good Night.


Do you suffer from doubts about your writing?

Don’t we all. But now, you can voice all those nagging doubts by visiting this site and signing up for the Insecure Writers Support Group


Every first Wednesday of the month you can gripe, winge and chunter about aspects of your writing that may be worrying you.

And let’s face it..we all have doubts every now and again. I know I do and I really hate to bore people with them. Being a martyr to mood swings (I have Bi-Polar 2) my ability to write or at least, my perceived ability very much hinges on the mood of the moment. If I’m in one of my ‘High’ moods I can write furiously throughout the night and into the wee small hours; and that’s not a fact it’s a wonderful, exhilarating feeling and I’m flying up there with old Icarus himself. But…it’s when I’m in ‘a mood’ when I get my doubts and insecurities.

The Black Dog snaps and snarls over my shoulder and dribbles things into my ear like..’You can’t write for toffee’ or ‘You’re a waste of space’ or ‘Why do you bother? You’ll never be a writer’.
Yes, he’s monstrous, that dog. Black Shuck of East Anglian legend has nothing on him I can assure you.


I don’t write much at those times. I daren’t because I know it’ll sound trite, idiotic, terribly amateurish and my imagined audience (which all the experts tell us to ignore or dismiss with a languid wave of the hand) will fall about laughing and have hysterics.

It’s even worse when I read another authors work and weep with despair that I’ll never be able to write like that. But reason does kick in eventually and I tell myself (yes, I have conversations with my self as well. Very in depth ones sometimes) that to write well takes bags of practice and more practice.

And submitting pieces for the Speak it’s Name Advent Calendar and getting lots of lovely comments is fabulous and does wonders for my morale. Plus the numerous comments for my blog posts.

Anyway, enough of my woes. What do you do to dispel your doubts? Do you talk to other writers about it or struggle on and hope it gets better?

Oh, and in case you’re wondering..I think this piece sucks. 😳

This is part of a blog hop for the Insecure Writers Support Group. Go over to the site (link above) and visit other writers in the group.



I’m afraid this is going to be a short post because I’ve caught a ghastly cold and feel grim. 😔
But as it is that time of the year again, I would like to thank everyone who has supported my blog, commented and visited throughout 2012. Without you, it wouldn’t be really worth blogging at all. I know we do it because we like blogging/writing etc; but it is nice to know people enjoy what we write and who appreciate the effort we put in to make it as good as it can be.

I have ‘met’ some lovely people on WordPress and each and every one of you have given me reasons to keep going. For that, I thank you enormously, because like many writers, I have moments when I really do think its not worth going on with writing. I believe, at these times that I am delusional and am wasting my time. But the comments I get from my blogging buddies (you all know who you are) really perk me up and make me feel much more positive.

Ok, I’m going to stop now and go and drink gallons of tea. So…….
I hope you all have a Happy New Year and all your dearest wishes come true. And here’s to blogging in 2013.

See you all next year. 😃

A Railway Story.

Well, here is my Speak it’s Name Advent Calendar story.

Click here to go over to the SIN site to read it and many more.

The story is based on a true event and if you want to read more of the Thorpe Railway Disaster, See Here If you comment on my story, or any of the others, you could win a prize. 😊

And there are still eighteen more days to go. So go have a look. Already there are some fabulous entries; informative, funny, moving and gruesomely interesting. So, what are you waiting for?


Six Sentence Sunday.

This is my first first ‘bash’ at ‘Six Sentence Sunday’; and this six is from another first for me, my NaNoWriMo attempt. The working title is ‘Defying Leviticus, but that, like everything else about this story, could change.

To read other entries in ‘Six Sentence Sunday’ go here
for a chance to read all sorts of stunning Sixes from dozens of authors covering all genres, so there’s something for everyone.

The story takes place in 16th century Essex; and when his father dies suddenly, Edward Wharton inherits not only his father’s wealth and land, but also his young valet, William Audley.
On the evening following his fathers death, Edward has summoned William to his study; and because William harbours a secret love for Edward, he is at once nervous and joyful about the impending interview.

So, here are my six…….

William had not enjoyed his meal that evening. Not only had there been none of the usual noisy chatter from his fellows, but thoughts of meeting Edward had robbed him of his usual healthy appetite. Never had he dreaded anything so much, but never had he felt such joy either. Soon, he would be speaking with the man who had never left his thoughts from the time he had first seen him; the man whom he loved beyond reason and hope. It was with these conflicting emotions that he sat at the board with his fellows and tried to eat his supper. But he could not, and he pushed his plate away untouched.