Life is Cool. Live it. Love it. Share it.
Find Part 1 of this story here…. Gwendolyn could not believe her eyes. He was there. 21 floors down. He was actually there. She was frozen in disbelief and amazement and confusion. She had guessed that he had disappeared without a trace. Never to be seen again. He ran so fast out of her life at times she wondered if had ever been there. All that was left of him was a small bag of personal items he neglected to {Read More}
The morning began with songs; the birds, the radio and Mr Solomon singing in the shower next door. Gwendolyn tried to convince herself that it was not yet time to face the day. She buried her head into her pillow and tried to remember where she was up to in her dream. Gwendolyn loved how the words of songs came to her and reminded her of times gone by.The words from her favourite song of her youth came back to {Read More}
Saturday Bonus Reading… I have been given an extra hour or two today. My mum has the girls, BabyCool is asleep and Mr Cool is pottering about… so I have taken the chance just to sit still and take stock… Of course, I have been thinking about my blog, it seems to occupy a lot of my thinking time lately, which is fine, and it is not. I have been thinking about how my blog has evolved. It began as {Read More}
I was terrible at being a teenager. Truly terrible. I mean, I had the hormone thing sorted. And the acne. And the fashion fails. But as far as everything else, I was terrible. I always loved being in the school musicals. I didn’t try out for any parts, but I always made it into the vocal ensembles, singing harmonies with some acting/dancing thrown in. I loved singing and I practiced for hours at home. I bet I knew all the {Read More}
At 12, I had a realisation. I was not cool. I had friends, but only one truly ruly close friend. Boys didn’t really like dig me. I had acne and big bosoms and I had no idea what to do with either. I was not interested in current music, didn’t watch Neighours and preferred to draw, or write or sing . At 16, I had the same realisation. I was still uncool. Acne ravaged my every waking thought, as did {Read More}
I do love having a blog. I love having somewhere to ‘write’ down the stuff that I am into at any one moment. I love reading other blogs and getting ideas and sharing ideas. But mostly, I love the writing bit. When I started blogging I didn’t get that I had to comment on other blogs to promote myself. So I did that. A lot. I discovered Instagram and loved it immediately. Although to be honest, I just liked the {Read More}
This time last year I was living in a whole world of drama. Friends had affairs, friends’ marriages were in crisis, friends had been bullied, friends suffered under manipulation, friends lost their jobs, friends showed appalling judgement. Mr Cool and I felt as if we were the last ones standing in a room where everyone else had been knocked down by something life had thrown at them. For a time there, we felt as if we were living in an {Read More}
Image I have a dream… It seems like a reasonable sort of dream, but it seems so out of reach at the moment. I want to write. I know, I am pumping out thousands of words a week on a variety of topics on my blog, so technically, yes, I am writing. But… I want to write MORE. I have a book of ideas filled with outlines of stories I want to write and some of them are really cool {Read More}
BBeingCool – The Book…. B thought she was the coolest kid on the block because her dad wore long socks and sandals. She thought everyone had liverwurst sandwiches and that entering colouring competitions was the height of coolness. The moment she realised that these things were not actually cool, was when she embarked on a quest that would take her entire life. B spent her teenage years in total angst about her skin and the size of her behind. She {Read More}
Imagine an ocean. A huge ocean. Torquoise blue on the edges and deep jade green in the middle. From the centre of the ocean, you cannot see land in any direction. Now, imagine a cloud above this ocean. A cloud holding millions upon millions of raindrops. Each rain drop has its own capacity. Each raindrop has its own moment to drop. Each rain drop does only what it can do. Fall. From the cloud, into the ocean. Imagine how that {Read More}
