Notes & ideas.


I’ve just finished reading the delightful blog by Jennifer Martin (link below), and I had to laugh. Not at the blog, nor even at the subject. Rather, at what was currently residing on the corner of the desk in my study.

Let me explain. Jennifer was reminding someone that notepads were quite a handy item to have upon your person. Especially for those times that you’re away from your technological writers tool of choice.

My mind instantly flashed to the corner of my study desk where a mishmash collection of notes, in a variety of shapes and sizes was currently sitting patiently, awaiting my time and attention. You see, although my tool of choice is my iPad and wireless Apple keyboard, I have a habit, good or bad, of writing any piece of inspirational thought upon the nearest piece of paper I have to hand. My notebooks are varied in size, and stashed in some of the weirdest places around my home. Depending on which handbag or purse I’m carrying will also denote which notebook resides within – I never change notebooks when I change my purse. I’ve also used serviettes whilst at a cafe´and from time to time I’ve even used the backs of used envelopes. Any A4 paper that comes through my letterbox will instantly be recycled into A5 sized notepads, and these are scattered around the house, and also keep a couple in the glove compartment of my car.

The only problem I have with all the notes that I have made, is finding the time to collate them, and incorporate them in which ever story/tale I’m telling at the time.

I even make notes about possible new characters, books, chapters, names… you name it, I make notes about it.

So yes, I highly recommend note taking. I also recommend the processing of those notes sooner rather than later. Otherwise you too will end up with a box, or a desk corner just like mine.
Knowing this, you may now understand my POIYPOIY when my mind instantly flashed to that corner of my study desk that is currently holding my

Forgive those who trespass against us.

I can relate, then again I’m fairly sure most people can. Well written.


It’s finally happened. My home is a haven of criminality. I live surrounded by thieves, anarchists and drug abusers, but up until now, I have managed to remain a beacon of honesty and integrity, a light in the darkness, a paragon of virtue. And then I got caught shoplifting on Friday. This came as as much of a surprise to me as it does to you. Not because I didn’t expect to get caught, but because I didn’t know I was doing it at the time.

I was caught by the man (who in this case was a short, round little woman) taking a pie out of the Pick ‘n Pay without paying for it. As I always say, go large or go home!

Let me lay out my defence. Firstly, I was not feeling very alert. This was not my fault. My son, a lord of chaos…

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Life is precious…

Life is precious
Life is good
When you are at the bottom of a deep dark well, look up
If you see no light, fear not, it is only the darkness of night
Light is but a short time away
It may feel like forever
But if you live through this
And come out the other side
You will understand the words that I speak to you now
Life is precious
Life is good
And that is enough for me
I dedicate this to those who didn’t make it to the other side
By Trixie Vardon.

Some died, some lived…

Some died,                                   some lived…
Nineteen                                               Twenty

look forward                                  look forward
so much to do                             so much to do
anticipation                                     anticipation
sparkle                                                 sparkle

life                                                             life

joy                                                             joy

choices                                                 choices

so many                                              so many

which way to go                        which way to go

wrong path chosen                wrong path chosen

shit kicked outta ‘ya             shit kicked outta ‘ya

bad choice made                      bad choice made

can’t face it                                     can’t face it

can’t do it                                      have to do it
can’t go                                         don’t want to
painful                                      made my choice


                                                          still here

To short                                                choices

To sad                                     so many of them
‘bye                                          which way to go
…gone.                                        think carefully
.                                                    good choice?
.                                                         unknown
.                                                      bad choice?
.                                                         unknown

.                                                            excited

.                                                             happy

.                                      many choices to make

.                                                  Life continues

.                                                     Life is good

.                                                       Life is bad

.                                              Life can be lived

.                                                          with the

support of those around you, you just have to let

them in.

By Trixie Vardon