Be Fuelled By Good Quotes Over The Weekend

Well, day job is almost over and I have been enlightened by some nice quotes. Here they are in order of preference:

“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.”

Leonard Cohen

“Life’s too short to be little.”

Disraeli

“You must be the change you want to see in the world.”

Ghandi

And for humour:

“Never meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.”

Unknown

Cutting Away The Excess

Spring means many things.

Such as getting a major haircut.

It took me 3 days to get Arky’s hair that short; it’s why he looks so excited in the photo.

Hubby says I have made him look like a girl. I disagree.

Spring Competes For Autumn’s Place

The season of Spring seems to be fighting hard for Autumn’s continual first place position (according to the heart of Jen). It’s scored a lot of points–that much is true.

The Hearty Parts

The hardest thing about writing something from the heart is becoming emotionally attached to what you are writing. When we want to keep those hearty “somethings” in the book no matter what (purely because of their sentimental value) and we’re not able to see (straight away) that it’s clearly not working, that it’s causing problems for the big picture, which then leads to the inevitable action of omitting these hearty “somethings” — it’s a tug at the heart.

But oh, if we weren’t so damn emotionally attached.

Yes, that is the hardest thing.

Advice From A Friend

As you know, I am telling the world that I have started my novel. My friend said the following to me and I thought it was hilarious.

…and don’t get all boring by spending five pages writing about how pretty a flower looks in the first rays of the morning light because that just shits me.

Years ago, I used to think that novels weren’t really novels unless you did spend five pages talking about how pretty flowers look in the morning light. The likes of Charles Dickens and Oscar Wilde could do that and probably get away with it.

My style is far from that, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Lawdy Miss Clawdy

I have finally thought of my first real idea for my novel. This is it because I am beaming.

And I only beam when I know it is right.

I rang my mother just now to try and tell her about the storyline. I spoke so fast it feels like I never had the conversation with her. It was all clear in my head but my words must’ve sounded gibberish.

I am too excited to breathe properly. I’ve found the path – now to stay on it…