Good plus Good equals Better?

Those of you who follow my generally dull, but occasionally inane ramblings on twitter, will by now know my evil scheme for world domination. For those of you who don't the genius lies in the simplicity.

Yoghurt covered bacon.

Things covered in yoghurt are ultimately better than things that aren't, who has ever eaten just one yoghurt covered raisin? Then there is bacon, everything is better with bacon isn't it? Open a massive bill, panic, have a bacon sandwich, feel better. Life's too short to worry about bills when there is enough bacon grease oozing round your arteries to shorten your life span by a decade. You'll be dead before they catch you.............wait I don't think that is quite where this was meant to be going. Lets skip the why's and just agree that bacon is awesome. So surely if one combines these two powerful forces one could topple governments, rule civilisations, beat everyone, at everything, ever? No?

OK maybe my plan for world domination is a wee bit far fetched, but a girl has to aim high right? To be honest at the moment having something, anything to aim for would be a bonus. I like to think I am reasonably ambitious, I don't want it all, but I'd like to feel I've achieved something. Even if I don't make a difference, I'd like to make a contribution.

At the moment the world feels like a very uncertain place and I don't think it is just me. Yes I've had a rejection today, yes things are a bit unsteady at home, but I have been there before. This feels bigger, maybe this is what recession means to us everyday folk. The world seems like a big scary place right now. Everywhere I turn less and less is being paid for more and more, the squeeze really does seem to be getting a grip.

It has been a long time since I've had any idea what I want to be when I grown up. A few years ago that felt amazing, as though every door and possibility had been swung wide open just for me. It was scary yes, but in an exhilarating kind of way. Maybe it is the world we live in now, maybe it is the fact I have passed the big three zero, but suddenly the same situation seems scary in a much more claustrophobic way, suddenly my indecisiveness is making everything seem finite rather than infinite.

I can but take solace in the fact that times of recession are often cited as seeing a huge boost in creativity and entrepreneurship. Maybe yoghurt covered bacon is not the way forward, but maybe that big idea is just around the corner.

Girl Interupting

Anyone who regularly visits this blog will know that I have a bit of a thing about time for oneself. I harp on about taking time out to do something for you, giving yourself time to think and the space to be a little bit calmer. I try to practise what I preacher, but to be honest I don’t always find it that easy.

On the journey home today I was listening to the radio, one discussion I heard was about being open to doing things differently, which is something I would like to think I aim for if not achieve. However as I listened I started thinking, perhaps one of the reasons I struggle to make time for me, is because I always come at it from the same starting point. Whilst I’m open to change, I rarely seek it out; maybe shaking things up a little is exactly what I need to help find the ‘me’ space I am looking for.

Something I have been trying recently is a basterdisation of daily pages, I try and write for at least five or ten minutes every evening as soon as I get home from work. Today I realised that, although it is a start, it is essentially a variation of the way I always approach my writing. Whenever I find time and space to write I latch on to the first idea that has legs and then go from 0-60 flat out. I have an idea and I go straight into writing with out giving the idea time to grow, mature or develop. The worst habit this leaves me with is that if I have time to write, but no idea is forthcoming I just give up or find a distraction.

So today instead of flinging myself straight in, I made tea and toast, and gave the ideas time to brew, along with the tea. Admittedly once I did get to the actually act of writing things were as frantic as ever. Next time maybe I will challenge myself a bit more, write a sentence and then take a moment, though the fear of losing the train of though might make that quite a big challenge. Small steps are still steps in the right direction.

I guess what I am getting at is that sometimes you need to interrupt yourself to allow those magic little moments of insight and inspiration to interrupt your life. Change your patterns and see what you discover. I’ll keep you updated on my progress. Let me know what changes you make and how they go. 

Super-duper

Why is it that Superhero movies command such popularity, what is it we love about them so much? I saw the new Avengers movie this weekend, which in my humble opinion has a stellar cast and excellent script. Still it doesn’t matter whether the film is particularly good or not, Superhero and Action hero films do draw people in. You would think that in the current socio-political and economic climate people would hold less stock in such flights of fantasy. Sure folk want a bit of escapism, maybe a comedy or light hearted romance, but not the seemingly unachievable. You would think Superhero movies would make reality seem so much worse.


I don’t think that is the case though, I think they give us hope. They remind us to believe in a little bit of the unexpected, to aim for great things, because who knows how far we can reach? I should have come away from the film depressed at how ordinary and utterly mediocre, my life is. I didn’t though, I came away exhilarated. Ok I had just spent a couple of hours not having to think about my personal worries and engaging in something very enjoyable, but never-the-less I still felt inspired to do something a little bit better. That is the magic in these films that people take with them.


Superhero movies feel like a bit of escapism, but they also give us a boost and remind us what we are capable of. One of the wonderful things about human nature is our ability to see the bright side. We might not always feel like we can, but we do. We find the things to smile about, things to keep us going despite all the nonsense around us. The government is a bit shit, you might not love your job, or maybe you’re fed up with how things are at home, and if you think about it all at once, it probably makes you feel pretty rubbish. I bet you though, if you really think about it, something made you smile today. Heck maybe it was only something small, maybe it was a bit of schadenfreude, but I bet you did. I am also willing to bet that whatever you are struggling with, even if you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, you are still plowing on. That is what we do. It’s easy to miss things like that in the soup of everyday life, Superhero movies are just something we use to remind ourselves to smile and be a bit more awesome everyday. Right I’m off to find my cape and make the “whoosh” noises!  

(PS if you don’t feel like you can keep going until the light appears at the end of your tunnel, please talk to someone! The Samaritans are on 08457 90 90 90.)

Dreaded Dailies

Well hey there, its been a while! So the last *cough* month and a half *cough* has been a prime example of letting life get the better of you! It's funny though, the pattern of writing I'd started to develop stuck with me, I know that because I've thought about the blog almost daily. I can't promise that my next few post will be anything very interesting (the same could be said about the whole blog), but I'm back. If I'm entirely honest it was coursework that drew me away, but it has been letting life bog me down that has kept me from writing.

Letting life get in the way is, I am sure, something we are all guilty of. It happens and it's nothing to be ashamed of. Letting life get into your pores and drag you down is another thing entirely. Maybe life is the wrong word, its the details that get under your skin. That age, old adage of getting lost in the trees and being unable to see you've stumbled in to the wood. Next thing you know you've tried clearing out a little spot for a sit down but the leaves keep blowing back in and a week and a half has gone by. The children have been taken into social services and all the utilities have been cut of back at home. Maybe that's a little extreme, but who hasn't had that feeling of sinking under the mundanity of what has to be done.

Again I need to remind myself to take time for me, I doubt I need to remind you guys, you've heard me bang on about it enough. Not only is it about taking time for me though, but taking it before the 'dailies' steal it from me. Sometimes it is not enough to say I am going to set aside time for me, sometimes you have to say I am going to take some time NOW or else I'll lose it. Sure the sink might be about to collapse through the work surface under the weight of dirty crockery, no I have no pants to wear and the laundry basket has become a laundry mountain, fine 75% of the light bulbs in the house need replacing and I am liable to set fire to myself using candles, but you know what, that can all wait five minutes. I am going to sit here, have a cuppa and read my book/ write my blog/ do something that makes me smile.

So that is what I am going to be practising this week. Well that and getting cross with the government for pretty much everything, and wondering why on earth my employers can't maintain a constants temperature in our office! For now though, my lovelies, my five minutes is up and I really do need to go and finish my final piece of coursework. You though should go and get yourself a couple of biscuits, you deserve it.

It's Oh So Quiet!

Yes I know, not the most original of titles. I am afraid dear read my originality is very much pointed in another direction at the moment. I am currently taking an Open University course in creative writing. I am absolutely loving it, however due to a variety of circumstances, mainly the fact that I am doomed to always hand assignments in a the last minute, it is currently sapping all my attention and drive to write. I have to post my current assignment by Friday though so I will be back with you soon.

Look after yourselves, enjoy the peace! ;-) Oh and if anyone can tell define mood for me please send you answers on the back (or front) of a tweet to @art_of_a_story!

Shrove Tuesday

Happy Pancake Day bloggersphere, I hope you have all spent the day gorging yourselves on lovely treats. I for one have spent my evening indulging in lemon and sugar, chocolate and banana, cinnamon and syrup filled pancakes. I am sure some of you will have given a thought to the reason we celebrate Pancake Day. I know I have had a fair few conversations in the last week about Shrove Tuesday, Lent and of course what, if anything, people might consider giving up.

I find that at this time of year I hear a lot of people pondering what they may or may not be able to give up, always an interesting conversation. You hear a lot of “I might give up this”, or “I'd like to give up that”, often people will decide not to actual give them up. Personally I think just reflecting on what we could or could not do without is the most important part of the process.

What does always take me by surprise however, is the reaction toward anyone, me in this case, who is already committed to give something up. People ask "Are you giving something up?" or "What would you give up?" rarely do I hear "What are you giving up?" I give the same answer more or less every year, and the reaction is generally one of surprise and curiosity. I get quizzed on why I would give up something I enjoy, am I religious, there must be a reason. It seems that "to prove I can" is not a good enough reason, and is met with "but why". It's hard in social situation with people who see you as the same as them to explain. It’s embarrassing to be put on the spot by a group of quizzical faces, expected to give what they consider a reasonable explanation of why you choose self denial. It took me a long time to work out that not everyone feels the way I do, so I can see how the same can happen the other way. 

I have a predisposition towards addiction. It’s always been the case, fortunately I managed to avoid getting addicted to anything particularly bad for me before I came to this realisation. I have been addicted to cigarettes and despite having quit 6 years ago (blimey 6 years!) I would kill for one right now. I have been addicted to other things, food, exercise; addiction to exercise by the way isn't as good for you as you might think. I am fortunate that I dislike alcohol and I’ve never come in to contact with any other substances that you really don't want to get hooked on. I sometimes wonder how different things might have been had my upbringing not been as sheltered as it was, there but for the grace of God and all that.

All of the above means that giving something up for Lent is a no brainer for me. Can I battle my will and win? I don't need to do it per say, but I like to check that I can. You might argue that it doesn't have to be Lent and of course you'd be right, but there is something about a set period of time, one which is probably longer than you'd set yourself, with a clear beginning and end point that makes it appealing. On top of that my school years were dominated by a religious backdrop so Lent holds and extra resonance for me. Last but not least it also means I’m not alone, even if I don’t know anyone personally giving something up for Lent, I know that there are other people out there doing the same as me.

I finally get why other people aren't as bothered about the idea of quitting, for the sake of it, as I am. I'd like to ask those of you out there that feel that way to remember when you come across someone who does choose to participant in Lent that they no doubt have their reasons, give them a break.

Right pass me the frying pan, the time has come for more pancakey goodness. I shall apologise now, as you are all in for 6 weeks of moaning about the lack of chocolate in my life, all I can do is try not to go on too much about it and remind you I have my reasons. 

The Simplest of Tasks

Isn't it amazing how quickly things can go from good, or even just fine, to a complete disaster? Take last night for example I didn't hit complete disaster, but I did find miffed, drained and bordering on chaotic, it's the same principle. More to the point I got to the stage where you wonder, at which moment, your day took the turning that ended up here.

My day started pretty well, yes I was at work all day, but I had been listening to podcasts while raising countless invoices, I'd had a run at lunch time and I got a moment to jot down some ideas for a short story. I did an errand after work which took less time than I'd expected, spoken to a good friend and then visited another friend with a new baby. I popped to the shop and headed home, set for a good evening. Then everything seemed to go to hell.

I tried to undertake what was supposed to be a 'simple' task, but I could not get everything to work the way it should. I knew it wasn't that hard, which meant it frustrated me all the more. The kind of frustrated you get, when you know you should just leave it alone or you'll make it worse, but you end up fidgety and uncomfortable when you do walk away. You have to keep going back, having another go, like when you were 8 years old and unable to stop yourself picking a scab on your knee.

Things went down hill from that point onwards. I had promised myself I would just do that one job and then I would sort out the mess in the house whilst cooking dinner and getting my bits ready for the morning, so that after dinner I could have a nice sit down. That's not how it happened. I had to give up on the 'simple' task to put dinner on, but I couldn't concentrate on getting anything done properly. Even when I was eating my meal I couldn't concentrate. I kept having another look, trying again, getting more and more worked up. I almost had a little cry. I boiled the kettle at least five times, but never did have a cup of tea, thinking about it, perhaps that's where I was going wrong.

Eventually I realised with a horrible sinking feeling that it was past bedtime, I had nothing ready for the next day and I needed to stop. It was only when I finally did sit down that it dawned on me, maybe it wasn't the, surprisingly difficult, 'simple' task that was bothering me. Up until that point my week had been non stop, my feet had barely touched the group, I'd gone from one thing to the next, to the next and everything had run like clock work. If one piece of the puzzle had slipped, everything would have gone awry and I wouldn't have been able to catch up with myself. So it was a really good job that everything had gone to plan and .............wait a minute. That 'simple' task had been the blade across my Achilles heal. I talked before about how important it is to have a sit down and take time for you. That's all well and good, but if it's built into a day that is perfectly timed down to the last second and something slips, either me time or your sanity, is going to get lost vey quickly. So there is another lesson that I have recognised, if not yet fully learnt.

In case you were wondering, that 'simple' task was to put a screen protector on to my new tablet to keep it all clean and shiny. What actually happened was I put it on upside down, approximately 45 degrees from straight, with several bubbles and some mystery fluff trapped underneath it. Having now calmed down and reflected though I have realised that what is truly important in all of this is I HAVE A TABLET!