Come on. Melt my heart.

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What can truly melt your heart?

I mean we all go awww when we see a puppy dog fall over and look back with them big brown eyes. Or when someone posts a really lovely comment on Facebook or twitter to a friend or relative in need. But I think the one thing that really makes your heart melt is when a child makes a selfless gesture. I have two boys one aged twelve and the other eight. They fight and bicker like any other brothers but every now and then they have a moment. When one will show humility and a kindness that should not be in one so young. These moments make me smile and make my heart melt.

Do you have any moments of heart melting quality?

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Why You Should Never Get On The Wrong Side Of A Writer

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Get on the wrong side is a bit PC. “Piss me off.” Could be better or maybe “Anger me.” Which ever you want to pick is fine with me. Its just, I suppose I should warn you.  If you’ve done me wrong recently, this is aimed at you. (evil smile)

Take some popular singers, they like to ring the people that crossed them out to dry. Banging out a hit song with half meanings that are obvious to the world. It doesn’t take a genius to work out who they are singing about. But what about the people that cross a writer in a negative way.

I take my inspiration from the people I know and love. I also take inspiration from people at large. It could be at work, at play or just two people walking hand in hand down the street. The way they hold hands. The way they walk and talk. It all becomes very relevant when making new characters for a book. You see…. it all comes together in the back of my mind… and then people are born. Life like and full of what ever character traits I desirer. If your on a writers good side then you may end up being a leading hero with women (or man) and money, saving the human race from a devastating end.

Everyone has that special something, that something that makes them different from the people round them. And it’s that which makes characters jump right of the page and spring into life. Its that something that I want.

Now if your in a writers bad books, well lets say most of my villains die. They can have very painful and gruesome ends.  I’m just saying, maybe all those characters in all the books of the world wouldn’t have died so violently. Not if the people the writer was thinking of when they wrote them had not made them angry.

In the end ask yourself this question, If you opened a book and found your self in there, do you want to be a good guy or a bad guy?

Lets just say, the way I’m feeling right now…well, I wouldn’t be too surprised if a character in my newest novel happens to be overweight, short, selfish, and full of lies….and dies tragically as they are ran over by a lawn mower. Repeatedly.

Revenge is sweet.  Even if it’s only in my mind.

As the apple fell

I came across a blog that has a weekly prompt for writers. All you have to do is keep within 100 words.
I thought that’s intresting and gave it a go. The prompt was ‘As the Apple fell.’ I tried to submit it to the site but all submissions are now closed.
It would be a shame to wast it so please find below a very very short story.

Enjoy.

As the Apple fell, I mean thats all it took just one moment. I moved, she moved. Her hand brushed mine as we moved to catch it. Our eyes met over the Granny Smiths. Her’s green, mine steel Blue.

‘Wow your fast.’ I said as her long dark hair was falling back into place.

‘No problem, I just kind of reacted.’

She placed the apple in my hand and held it there. I placed my hand on hers.

She caressed mine with her thumb.

‘Would you like to go for a coffee? or some fruit maybe?’ I asked.

All this because the Apple fell.

40 things about being 40

I turned forty last week and with this mile stone I thought I would give you my list enjoy.

1 Baking bread is suddenly good.

2 As is playing a guitar.

3 The prospect of playing a guitar in public is terrifying.

4 You jump when your mobile phones go off at the cinema .

5 You forget to turn your mobile to silent in the cinema.

6 You have a life-belt rather than a six-pack.

7 Your younger colleagues think your sex drive is a lie. (little do they know.)

8 You buy more chart music than ever but still go home and slap on madonna’s like a prayer.

9 You start running for health, not for looks. (or try to.)

10 You punch the next person who says “life begins at forty.” and laugh when anyone uses a fist bump in place of a hand shake.

11 It takes a lot longer to get worked up.

12 Harmless flirting may not be perceived as being so harmless. You don’t want to be known as a dirty old man.

13 Maybe Twitter has passed you by.

14 You worry about being wrong, you apologise for being right.

15 Moisturiser for men is firmly embedded within the morning routine.

16 Thinking about death begins to compete with the six second thoughts about sex.

17 You sit at traffic lights singing along to pet shop boys. Girls at the traffic lights laugh at you. You don’t care, you only sing louder.

18 When your boss asks you when you can do some urgent task, you welcome the challenge.

19 You think groups of younger people who wear hooded sweatshirts with the hood up look sinister. You feel like you should cross the street to avoid them.

20 You go out drinking less often due to the realisation that it’s rubbish and the musics to loud to talk.

21 You become less certain of things than you used to be.

22 On the rare accession you go out, you feel uncomfitable because all the girls seem to be wearing little more than there underwear.

23 Reading is the new tv. Because everything seems shallow on the box.

24 Board games make a comeback.

25 10:00pm becomes the new midnight.

26 You find children more interesting, and are less perturbed about making small talk with them.

27 You increasingly find your self searching magazine racks for diverting entertainment.

28 You can cut through the smalltalk and to get to the point. (Or looking at this list maybe not.)

29 Your teen years are now considered retro and cool.

30 You find solace in crashing waves.

31 You begin to worry about the decline of public services.

32 You wonder if you will ever see the seven great wonders of the world, or even outside of Europe.  

33 You have a ton of fabulous friends who also just turned forty, or are about to.

34 You think nothing of spending £12 on a bottle of wine or £30+ on a bottle of whisky.

35 You take a thermos pretty much everywhere, filled with your favourite coffee.

36 The urge to give in to peer-pressure disappears. (So I’ve been told.)

37 You talk like you have something interesting to say. (and don’t care if its not that interesting.)

38 Your never on your own anymore.

39 Your on your own to much.

40 You know the best thing about reaching forty is that fifty is ten years away.

 

 

Getting the words on the page

I’m trying to work out what the problem is with getting words on the page. It’s like I have thousands of words in my mind but when I start to write I get tripped up on the smallest of things. I can see where I want the characters in my book to go but when my fingers hover over the key board, I stall. It’s like someone has put a sheet over my head and I can just make out the details through the fabric, but only if I concentrate.

If I get up to put the kettle on for a drink or leave to do something simple like stretch my back. Then Wham, the sheet is lifted off my head and I see it all again. As soon as I sit my but down in the chair, then down comes the sheet. It would be fantastic if I could plug my mind into the computer, I would finish a novel a day.

I remember reading somewhere that writing a novel is like holding a hammer and chisel.

Before you is the complete story, but it’s encased in solid stone. Its my job as a writer to chip away slowly and mithodickly, uncovering the story that’s held within the stone. Always being careful not to damage the treasure inside.

I think that sometimes my arm is just too tired to Weald that hammer. maybe a day off is needed.

Family Day

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Today was once a somber day in our house. Its an anniversary that is welcomed and feared each year. Me and my wife had a baby boy called luke, he was born at forty weeks and five days. His weight was 7 lb. 11 oz and he had dark hair. Sadly he was still born.

This happened on April the fifteenth 2000. He would have been twelve today.

For the first few years we would shed tears, hug lots and visit the cemetery. The years passed and we had two more boys. With these our expectations of this day began to change. Five years ago our oldest son asked if we could do somthing a bit more fun on this day. After a brief period of soul searching and a small amount of guilt we did just that.

Now five years on, this day has evolved from being a day of remembrance. The day has changed, both our boys, and me and my wife call this day our family day. It dosent matter whether it’s raining or sunshine we go do something fun, in remembrance of Luke. Although our two sons never really knew of Luke they are very aware of his presence and importance in our lives. My wish is that as they grow, we can carry this tradition on and make this day always a day for the family.

I ask that you take the people you care for and go and have some fun today. Its what life is about.

British Summer Time

Today I had a discussion with a friend of mine. He asked me ‘Why do they put the clocks back?’ I in all honesty tried to give him an answer but found my self fumbling around. I just could not give him a straight answer. I said ‘it’s, so its lighter at night.’ he said. ‘no, no its for the farmers and pit workers.

We may disagree but we did agree that we didn’t know the biggest question that surround the changing of the clocks, which is, ‘why?’ You know, why do we have to mess about with the time anyway?

Two weeks ago I was getting up at 06:00am with ease. Now I’m having trouble because in my body it thinks its 05:00am. And I’m staying up later. So I thought I would do a bit of research and find out why we turn the clocks back and forward like we just can’t make up our minds.

The British Summer Time is a period that begins on the last Sunday of March and ends on the last Sunday of October. Its introduction in 1916 was to due to a builder placing the proposal. (I bet you didn’t see that one coming) His name was William Willett and after promoting the time change he sadly missed it, as he died in march 1915. Only missing the change by a single year. His proposal was that the clocks should be advanced by 80 minutes in four incremental steps during April and reversed the same way during September. Nights would remain lighter, increasing recreation time and also saving millions in lighting costs. (Always come down to money.)

We had a few hiccups during world war two when British Double Summer Time came into play and we were 2 hours ahead of GMT. In the 60’s we had a few experiments, even keeping GMT+1 throughout the whole year. This took place between 27 October 1968 and 31 October 1971. By this time it was about accidents on the road. Making the roads lighter when busiest. There has been various reasons why we have changed to a British summer time over the last hundred years. I fear that this maybe be a bit outdated in todays new fast paced, media fueled society.

As it stands today people are trying to get a trial in-place for a set all year round time. Unfortunately it keeps being blocked. It seems that the most favored time would be GMT +1 hr.

These are the reasons why we have british summer time, it also seems the general rule that we keep it all year round. For me I think, well why not. Its not the time that bothers me but the change. I don’t think Mr william Willett would have bothered if he were born in today world.

A day of snow

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I think this is the first snow we have had since November 2010. At least its the first that could be sledged on. I thought I would post a few pictures of my snow day. We in the Glenn household … Continue reading

SLR Camera I want one! But Do I Need One?

I want a SLR Camera, but I don’t know if I need one. I suppose I’m a creative person, well I do like to write. So its only natural that when I pick up a brush I want to paint, when I have a thought I want to write it down, so it only stands, that when I see a sunset or a beautiful flower and especially when I see one of my children at play, I grab my small digital camera and start to click away.

So why do I need a SLR digital camera?

I think it has something to do with my age maybe, or more so my insistence of better quality. My journey of writing fiction has made me more appreciative of detail. I’m currently scanning my hundred thousand plus word novel, sentence by sentence for fault and bad quality. So now I look at a picture I have taken and find myself thinking, only if I had taken a bit more time, thinking about what I wanted when taking the picture.

I know I can do that with the camera I have now, but its not the same when holding a small compact. A quick snap and back in the pocket. But with a bigger more bulky camera, well it makes me want to take pictures. I hold it and I find things to take pictures of.

I’m looking at three Canon SLRs, the Powershot SX40 HS, the ESO 1100D and the ESO 550D. These are all beginner level SLR’s, which (I’m in no delusions) is what I am.  The SX40 is a fixed lens Bridge SLR while the others are not fixed lenses, which means I can spend more later if I like what I’m doing. the difference between them now is basically pixels and features. each one can do some the other cannot, thats apart from the 1100D and the 550D because its just price between the two, even with my limited knowledge I can see the 550D is a better camera. but is it worth the extra cost.

I like writing because this kind of thing does not happen. Its a pen or a laptop and how hard is it to find a laptop that you can type on.