Archives for June 2010

When the Goblin came home from work I had to show him some photos on Facebook. One of my brothers is getting married next month and I hadn’t seen a picture of my future sister-in-law. They’re such a cute couple and he looks so happy it nearly made me cry! I mentioned something about the site that had been bugging me since I signed up and within two minutes he’d fixed it. Having lowered my stress level by several degrees when he mentioned he was dying for a good hamburger I told him I’d treat him to dinner. His eyes lit up and he ran off to find somewhere to go. The closest place that he thought would create his sort of burgher was in Milton Keynes; fifty miles away. How far would you go for a burgher? Thankfully he loved it. I was still eternally chewing my way through my first half of a child’s version when he’d finished his giant one. Of course I took my camera (I’ll soon be needing Cameraholic Anonymous) and took photos on the way…while there and on the way home, most of the way agonized by a glorious setting orange sun that turned blood red as we drove into Stamford and then sunk out of sight. The only pictures taken while stationary were at the restaurant. The sunset shots were taken with a small camera through a closed car window going 60+ miles an hour down the motorway. I was tempted to ask the Goblin to pull up so I could take some shots, but he had that…I’m driving…look on his face. I didn’t think any of them would turn out…I was pleasantly surprised! [Read more…] about Taking the Goblin out to dinner…

My workroom is always the warmest in the house. This is good in winter, but not so good in Summer. I knew it would be hot today, but I was determined to get some writing done. I sat here and fought the mind numbing heat and pecked away at the keyboard until my brain flashed red and I gave in. It was cooler outside; I had to leave the house. I thought about packing some water, but even thinking about it took effort so I grabbed my bag, checked to make sure I had my money, music and camera and I was off at a gentle pace. I was planning to walk to the Priory remains where they have a couple benches, but I kept walking…down on the Meadow next to the river…and then ended up in St Michael’s church in St Martins. Stamford is the northern side of the river and St Martins is the southern side though I generally just think of it all as Stamford. I miraculously found it open and gloriously empty. The old stone churches are always cold. I think if this heat keeps up I might take a writing pad over to one and sit and try to get some work done the old fashioned way.

I found some lovely photos before my camera battery died. That will teach me for being too lazy to charge it, but I’m glad it died. It meant I had no reason to resist claiming one of the many pews. I sat down and was glad the thick walls muffled the outside world. I closed my eyes and could have fallen asleep, but thankfully the narrow benches were designed to keep people awake.

My stories aren’t very happy with me at the moment. I think I’m trying to write the characters in some slightly wrong directions. I feel like I’m trying to push a dead cow up a hill, but I’ll figure it out. Eventually. [Read more…] about A Sleepy Lady…

I went for a walk this evening with my camera. The town was quiet; almost empty. Followed by my shadow, I ambled up and down the streets my eyes fixed upward as the yellow setting sun made the stone churches and houses glow. With the sun to my back, the sky was a bright blue, dark enough to show the white crescent moon. Dark jagged shapes created art out of everything that caught the light. The word beautiful seems inadequate. I may have been the only person to notice her shadow walking away! It was a special evening; it’s strange how we can see something a hundred times and yet not really see it. [Read more…] about An evening walk…