Don’t talk, write…
Hello, me again. I haven’t been blogging much recently. Not at all, really. I have all sorts of boring excuses reasons but here we are so let’s just forget about my absence and get to work. I’d like to say that all the time I haven’t been blogging I’ve been writing...
Bye Bye, Mum.
My mum passed on to whatever is next on the 12th of December. I didn’t make it to her in time as I had to take several stops on the journey because I was so tired and my hands in so much pain. I missed...
The Beast of Bennachie
Until relatively recently I thought an Alien Big Cat was a feline visitor from outer space. I miaow you not. I would read articles by cryptozoologists and wonder what in the name of Garfield was going on. An alien or anomalous big cat is one whose natural habitat is...
Colouring Outside The Lines
When I was a wee girl I was given a painting by numbers set for Christmas one year. I loved the tiny pots of oil paint, the way the pigment sat at the bottom while the oil floated to the top, the smell, the colours. I was less keen on the result, the painting looking...
Backup To The Future
There are all sorts of reasons why I haven’t blogged in so long and I don’t have the inclination – or the energy – to go into them all. Way back I had intended Friday blog posts to be fibro related so I thought I’d tell you about yesterday as an example of the effects...
Anxiety and The Accidental Death Wish
When I was around nine years old I read Alice in Wonderland and Alice Through The Looking Glass. In one of these books, I can’t remember which, Humpty Dumpty tells Alice she should pick an age and stick to it. What a great idea, I thought! I’d choose to be twelve as...
A Dark and Stormy Night: The Weather In Fiction
I’m typing this in my armchair, looking out at the snow – it’s a blizzard out there! – and listening to a classical music playlist I have on Spotify. It’s my go-to music for almost everything I write that isn’t novel specific. It also seems apt for the winter weather...
A new start
How fab does my new site look? I liked my old site but it was a bit…serious. I don’t think people who knew me would be look at it and say, “That’s so Nettie!” I wanted something light and fun and colourful, something that reflected me and what I write about. I...
Sauchihall Street Cash Converters
Good afternoon, Sir. How are you today? Such frightful weather for this time of year. I guess you're wondering what someone like me Is doing in your shop? Let me be clear It's not that times are hard, at least not yet. But everyone could use a...
Poakits
A poem. About pockets. Poakits Ah’m at thone age when a trip tae Brentford Nylons seems a guid idea. No fur purple, brushed nylon sheets that sparked when you and yer man gied it laldy; No fur curtains, two pair wan tae pit up and wan tae chainge wi when they others...
Happy New Year! During the last few of weeks of 2017 I had so many plans for 2018. I had a more frequent blog schedule worked out, a local bar has a poetry night once a month I thought about going to and maybe even reading at it, I was going to the cinema at least...
Going Home
We moved from our seaside cottage in Machrihanish to a flat on the fringes of Glasgow’s west end just two weeks before Christmas. It’s been a fraught couple of weeks. We still have boxes everywhere, at least 1/3 of our pictures have still to be hung and I have no idea...
Judging a book
I love to read and I also enjoy reviewing what I read. I've been an active Netgalley user for several years and have discovered many wonderful new authors. I've also tried to read a lot of trash, but they always seemed a good idea at the time. Recently, there has been...
Moving on. Again.
We moved to our little seaside cottage three years ago. I love it here in Machrihanish. At night I can lie in bed and listen to the waves crash on the shore, a two minute walk fro the house. We are blessed with a rich variety of wildlife on our doorstep. So why do we...