Monthly Archives: March 2014

Fakers to the left

I’ve been thinking a bit about friendship and the people we have in our lives. While I agree that the internet has made for amazing friendships I think it’s also made for even more fair weather friends. You know the kind…the ones that love you to death while you’re giving them attention, while you’re there to listen to their life story, make them feel good about themselves, but that ditch you the moment they have the attention of someone “better” or just go quiet when you need them, when you need to be lifted up or given a shoulder and a calming word.

I’ve seen it a lot lately, the people who make someone else feel like shit because they’ve just ignored their “friends” pain, the ones who make someone else feel crappy because they can’t give them the time of day and reply to their contact but can post up on facebook. The arrival of such things as facebook messages telling you when someone saw the message but then no reply comes…I’ve lost track of how many people I’ve seen upset because of that.

It leads me to wonder if we are putting too much energy into people who simply don’t deserve us.

If you can’t treat me with the same level of interest and love as I show you, why should I bother?

If you can’t reply to my message, email, @, text, IM, but you can post up which celebrity fantasy creature’s uncle you are, why should I bother?

If you ditch me for the next pretty face, handsome face that pays you attention and leave me to deal with my problems without a comforting word or thought, why should I bother?

If you backstab, gossip or do other disloyal things, why should I bother?

Why do we bother? Why do we care what people like this think? Why do we give them our best to get little in return?

And what about the people who give us the things we need, who are the friends we desire and deserve, what of them while we give others our time and end up turning to them to bitch about the losers, the disloyal, the assholes, how does that make them feel?

Friendship is an important thing, we all need it, so maybe we should cherish the ones who raise us up, maybe we stop putting so much time and effort into the ones who aren’t actually true and real friends.

Because

At the end of the day

They don’t deserve us. Just think how much happier we’ll be if we put that effort and attention to where it belongs. Hold high those who hold you up, and let the others know where the door is…

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White men can dance

Well some. Walken. He’s got the moves, even if those moves are sometimes make your daughter cringe moves.

Christopher Walken Dance Now

I am still giggling and squeeing after watching this. It’s so perfectly done and I am just….eeeee…..it’s awesome. I don’t know what the gangster style movie is with what appears to be a traumatising strip show but I wants to see. And the dancing aristocrat. 

Love Walken. Gotta say though, there were a couple of moves there where you wondered if he still had that watch up the butt. *giggles*

My muse sings for you

mymusesingsThis might in fact be one of the biggest compliments a writer can pay you. To be the one that inspires their voices, helps inspire their words. As a writer I know what that means, basically you’re touching that part of the soul where the creativity and inspiration blossoms.

To know I inspire just makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. This is perhaps one of the grandest compliments I’ve ever been paid. (I might still be blushing)

We all have our ideal reader, the person (or people) we are writing for. The one we want to entertain, make smile, make cry, brutally crush the heart of when we kill of someone loved. If you’re a writer chances are you have someone who makes your muse sing.

As an aside… I am super proud of this graphic. It’s mine mine mine. I took the photo myself and everything. (And shout out to Nett for the pretty notebook featured. I loves it.)

So, my darling writers out there, how about today you tell the people that inspire you, that make your muse sing, just that. Trust me. They’ll love it.

 

 

 

 

An Irish Blessing

Since I cannot for the life of me figure out how to share this Entice the Mind post here like I would a normal WordPress post. I shall just let you follow the link yourself and I’ll share the Irish Blessing graphic I made.

Be safe today, and well all days. And may all the blessings be yours.

A Monday, a Saint and a Princess walk into a new week…

It’s Monday morning here in Middle Earth. Usually I’m dragging the chain, dreading what is to come. Not today, in part because who can be unhappy on St Patrick’s day which has arrived here, but also because I have a plan for today, I have things I want to achieve for myself and I don’t have to deal with my usual negative Monday experience.

It’s amazing what a difference it makes knowing you won’t have to encounter negativity.

I know we try to choose our mood and all but after long term exposure to a negative experience, place, person, it is hard to keep your chin up and smiling when you’re a wee sensitive soul such as I. (You can stop snickering in the cheap seats :P)

So today I get to do me stuff. Today is going to an Entice the Mind post day. Woke up at 4am this morning and thanks to that I have 4 posts half written in my head. Let’s hope those words come out.

And….today I plan to edit what I have written of ‘A Rose by any other name’ and work out just where the story is going AND WRITE ON IT. I have so many stories under way, it is most definitely time to get some of them finished and share them with the rest of the class. At a quick guess I’d say there are between ten and fifteen novels/novellas needing either work or completion, and probably more short stories. I have so many ideas and I know that it is my curse that I struggle to complete them all because the next wonderful idea comes along and like a magpie I’m all “Oh look, pretty shiny!!!”, it’s such a curse. *Cue melodramatic princess here*

So, here we go. Hello Monday, I will make you my bitch. With the promise of Irish alcohol, nommy potato related goodness and a movie that has to have at least one Irish accent in it as my reward for a productive day.

Oh and I have to vacuum. And take my walk. And do weights and swiss ball.

I’m going to be a busy little princess.