Musings of an Aspiring Scribe

Film Review: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

2012-02-03T14:00:00.000Z

A punchy name for a book title, a bit of a mouthful but oh-so-perfect once you meet the main character. However for the purpose of this review and preserving my fingers, lets call it Dragon Tattoo. Muchier. Moving right along now, -confession time. I bypassed the initial book and went straight to film, not the original Swedish version either but the super-sleek-recently-released English one. Why? It's 'complicated'. In truth, I made an attempt to read the first chapter of Dragon Tattoo only to find the translation a little hard going, and I'm not thick... as least, I'm not as thick as the novel itself and lets be honest, its pretty bloody hefty. As with other books translated from their original language, I always find 'something' missing. Anyhow, in the end, I happily skipped along to the picture house with my friend G, -who by coincedence didn't bother reading the book either. Here's G's reasons in his own words:

Me: Why didn't you read the book?

G: *intake of breath* Well, I'm actually a book snob - I *bleep bleep* hate reading a *bleep bleep* book which every *bleep bleep* one else is reading at the same time."

Me: Hmmm.

G: It's like those bloody Da Vinci books, I refused to read *bleep bleep* Dan Brown's books."

Me: Yeah, I know what you mean.... I just *bleep bleep* Dan Brown."

You can decipher that conversation later, let's get back to Dragon Tattoo - my review. In a nutshell - its a psychological-crime-thriller centred around a young-troubled-seriously-smart-motorcycle-riding-tattooed-scary-as-bleep-techie-geeky-girl who 'assists' a disgraced journalist with a forty-year-old murder mystery set on a private island, in Sweden, in the dead of winter.

What I liked:

- Dragon Tattoo's silky-smooth-inky-black opening credits. Sublime.

- Daniel Craig at his best as said disgraced journalist.

- Rooney Mara is brilliant as the disturbed girl with uber-techie-geekster skills.

- The CAT (see it to understand), this feline creature has devilish acting abilities.

- I loved the setting, an unforgiving Swedish winter on a private island, complete with eccentric family members, all carefully guarding their secrets.

- A talented support cast - Robin Wright, Stellan Skarsgard, Christopher Plummer - all bloody marvellous in their characters.

What I didn't like so much:

- In the darkness of the picture house, I could feel the heftiness of the book pressing down on me. It was such a complex storyline squeezed into a short time span, I felt my head-spinning with all the sub-plots and characters. In short, the layers within the plot confirmed my decision not to read the novel.

- Even without reading the novel, you should be able to pick the killer. I know, I know but I won't spoil it for you.

Overall: Aside from the screaming-cringing bits when I hid under my coat, I actually sat on the edge of my seat for this one. Be warned, as a psychological thriller, some scenes are not for the faint-hearted. I definitely recommend viewing if you enjoy crime fiction and Daniel Craig squirming. It's a good'un.

Videocredits via youtube

A/N: Hello lovelies, I hope your week has been kind and that your writing projects are coming along, swimmingly. Myself, crazy doesn't quite cover my past week in parallel universes and I've been unable to blog per normal schedule. I will be moving 'house' this month and as such, I will take a blogging break for the remainder of February. Don't worry though, I shall be floating in the ether somewhere. Have a lovely weekend and hope to catch up with you all soon. Talei xox

Enter The Dragon - Happy Chinese New Year!

2012-01-23T12:50:00.000Z

Chinese new year starts today! Hooray! Dumplings, moon cakes, red envelopes and wine galore. Oh wait... I forgot 'detoxers' about. Well, if you've been clever enough not to start a detox yet, you may indulge. Everyone else - keep going, you're doing great. Really. Ahem.

Enter The Dragon. Indeed, its the year of the mighty Dragon, a magnificent creature that symbolises wisdom, prosperity and power. According to traditional chinese beliefs, our beautiful fiery-earthy-but-this-year-mostly-watery Dragon - brings us much fortune, power, success, good health and happiness...and power, did I mention power? Be BOLD not humble, is the plan, apparently. Go the Dragons!

Traditionally, families and friends celebrate together, everyone is excited about the start of the year. Fresh plans, spanking new ambition. Of course, there is the ancient art of feasting until the mounds of fish eyes and chicken feet converge on your plate and start to resemble a Damien Hirst creation. And celebrating is all about the sharing. When you sit down and eat with your Chinese friends, remember this rule. Always pass the dumplings and never take the last one without offering to others first. *whispers* Its okay, they'll always say 'no thanks'.

Another ancient ritual is the giving of Red Envelopes filled with money. You hear a lot of theories about how this started, including the one about a young man who had the good fortune of slaying of a very bad beast and saving a town. The elders of the town were so grateful, they bestowed envelopes of gold coins upon the said dragon slayer. Today, married adults give young children and unmarried adults, envelopes filled with money. Red and gold are the most favoured colours for the envelopes as they symbolise wealth, happiness and success. So don't be surprised if you receive a gold envelope. This is a good, good thing. And the amount of the money in the envelope is said to represent the closeness of the relationship between the giver and the recipient. Yes, Aunty M plays favourites too, I hear you weeping. Many of my unmarried Chinese female friends and I often laugh about this... don't make me explain that either. Red envelopes and sympathy looks... pass the dumplings please.

I wish you all Kung Hei Fat Choi!

Happy Year of the Dragon

And remember

Be Bold not Humble

Photocredits via weheartit

Parallel Universes: Journey into Wonderland

2012-01-20T19:30:00.000Z

"This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes." - Morpheus from The Matrix

Which one did you take today?

That's what I thought...

Imagination is a beautiful thing, it allows you to roam wild and free, exploring places and indeed people... you've never seen. The reality of wandering between universes - theres our bold blue one, where clocks ticks, schedules are set and you plod along to the distinct beat of a metronome. And then we have our scarlet red universe where time falls away, the landscape is dotted with rabbit-holes and everything is just a teeny bit shinier, if not blurry around the edges. If you're writing, you know what I'm talking about. Of course, its your choice where you spend your time. Well, kinda-sorta. Some days, I like to levitate above my sofa in a state of nothingness. Perfectly. Zen. A tall bamboo pole tattooed with Japanese calligraphy. Arabic maybe. Anything is possible in the red universe. Make sense? Good. Now, go away and find your own rabbit-hole... and I mean that sincerely darlings.

Photocredit via weheartit

A/N: Things to do this weekend? Eat, drink and make merry! Write an NYT Bestseller, bake chocolate muffins, you know.... all that good stuff. Now that its your time. Be all that you can be. I'm going to keep saying that this year until its etched on the bones beneath your skin. Spooky, I know. Whats on your diary? -Talei xox

Ps: And no, no I'm quite sane. It's just Friday!

Winter Popsicles

2012-01-16T17:13:00.003Z

Snowboarders 'paradice'

Ah, short wintry days - what's not to like? It's 1 degree celsius outside, there's frost on the ground, roof, car, hound... in fact its everywhere and yet that great glittering orb of sunshine still sparkles down on us. If I rotate my desk 90 degrees across the room every hour or so. Hibernation is the name of the game, I am pretending to be a very old lady - worn cashmere cardigan, tartan blanket draped over shoulders and yes, head-of-hoofed-beasts-slippers on my feet. Not that many old dears wear novelty slippers but heigh-ho. Also, I am enjoying a raspberry popsicle. Yes, yes I am. Thats me, sticking two fingers up at Mother Nature for being so cold. Wait, can I say that? Hush, you!

This weekend, despite the icicles on the end of my nose, I ponied up to the London Ice Sculpting Festival in East London. The glass towers of Canary Wharf, our own mini Manhattan, provided a spectacular backdrop for the competition. Under the watchful eye of officials, rugged-beanie-wearing-demi-god-sculptor-with- chainsaws 'chiselled' away at the giant slabs of ice whilst a plethora of SLR enthusiasts shot indiscriminately from all angles. At times, ice flew furiously as the sculptors carved and the crowds stood entranced. It was a scene from a horror movie sans opera music and with beautiful results. I don't know who won in the end because it was freezing and I sought refuge in the nearest well-heated bookstore - but I did vote for Team France, whose talented chap bore an uncanny resemblance to one of the mafia dudes from Goodfellas. Yes, he did. Here's a few snaps from the day, please enjoy!

Favourite image of the day

You lookin' at me?

Judges, hard at work...

Just hanging

Photo courtesy: via yours truly, please do not copy without written consent.

A/N: Hello friends, I hope everyone has been productive on the writing front and enjoying the new year thus far. It's already half-way through January! I've continued edits on my main manuscript and started to outline another story. I know, I know. Glutton for punishment? Start as you mean to go on though, right? Happy Writing this week! Talei x

Be All That You Can Be

2011-12-31T19:01:00.000Z

We're on the cusp of another new year and I haven't made any resolutions, I think they may come tomorrow. Resolutions are for the most resolute, those who will keep them. For me - I find its best not to make promises one may not be able to keep. I know, I know. My philosophy this year? It's new years eve - if you're not one for resolutions, make a wish and don't tell anyone...

I want to wish everyone the very best for 2012. Peace, happiness, love and all that good stuff. Thank you to everyone who has stopped by and read my musings, I absolutely adore every one of you... okay, maybe not the lurkers down the back in raincoats. Still, though...a pleasure, my friends. I lift my champagne flute to you, ahem... a toast!

Make a wish...

Here's to being all that you can be in 2012!

xox

Photocredits via tumblr

Festive Jollies and Frothy Concoctions

2011-12-19T01:05:00.000Z

Another drink darling? Well, why not? It is Christmas after all! I will be honest though, this festive season, dear friends - I have been particularly well-behaved, less swinging from chandeliers, less killing myself to attend every single invite that falls through the letterbox and surprisingly, I really do feel better for it. Finally, mother dearest - I've grown-up.

Well, I'd like to think I'm wiser but I am reminded constantly that this contrary to reality. However, if we delve deeper - what the devil is reality anyway? In another parallel universe, I confess that I have in fact, preferred washing my hair to hanging out in dimly-lit bordellos listening to folk bemoan the state of the Euro, their partner's shopping habits and small family pets with uncontrollable urges. Not necessarily in that order. Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas parties but I'm learning that being selective can be good for your own sanity. Less vampire eyes, skin more perky in the morning...

Anyhow, enough waffle - if you've been angelic thus far, or indeed, recovering from the giddiness of some serious shopping sprees, I 'm guessing that you just may be in need of a pick-me-up. Kick-off your heels, slide back into that sofa and relax. So many fabulous folks have covered off the wonderful Christmas gift ideas, therefore, my offering to your festive spirit? Why, cocktails, of course. I know, I know - don't worry - I've got your back. Pull out that cocktail shaker, dust off the ice-pick and roll up those sleeves. Here's my helpful guide on what to serve, when and to whom.

1. Sweet sherry in a dainty glass, this one is for those delightful elderly aunts and demure Grandmas. Pour liberally...better yet, leave the bottle next to the old dears.

2. Hot Spiced Cinnamon Cider, usually the prelude to something stronger... so serve the night before, in front of fire, whilst waiting for the Big Guy to arrive.

3. Christmas Punch, no-one ever knows what ingredients go into the punch bowl but the results are always worth the stirring and adjusting. Always spike lovingly and serve to the late-arriving cousins who clearly did not make it home last night... Don't worry, they'll barely notice.

4. Sticky sweet sparkling wine, usually German, mostly Italian - one for my mother and the potty-mouthed elderly ladies... oh, theres a few in my family tree. Yes, someone will have sore heads in the morning but still...

5. Baileys Mistletoe, creamy cocktail with splash of mint - best served to yummy mummies returning to the booze cabinet... wait, can I say that?

6. Peach Schnapps, one to chase away the cold whilst waiting for midnight mass to start...sipped discreetly from hip-flask. Um, no I've never done that... it's just an idea, ahem.

7. Classic Martini - with lashing of olives. For your kindred spirits, the older siblings who will likely be puffing on cigars with you at the end of the evening.

8. Champagne, well chilled! Don't forget - plenty of enthusiastic toasts! Just do it!

9. Virgin Mary on Boxing Day... add lashings of tabasco and serve on a breakfast tray with a dose of Berocca - a truly winning combination that your family and friends will thank you for it! Be warned, though - if you serve this, they may be back next year.

photocredits via tumblr

PS: And anyone asking for a beer? Send directly to the naughty mat underneath the Christmas tree or better yet, seat them at the children's table for lunch. Oh, yes I will.

A/N: Hello Lovelies, this has been an incredibly busy year. I hope everyone is well and enjoying the festive season. I've actually managed to tick a few gifts off my list this weekend and a few more lunches and dinners this week will see me through to Friday. I will be taking a blogging holiday until mid-January with a plan to focus on my writing projects and if I'm lucky - absorb several books from my ever increasing reading pile. I will be flitting around in the ether no doubt! Wishing you and your loved ones, a very jolly christmas! Bottoms up Lovelies! *clink clink* - Talei xox

Movie Review: Breaking Dawn - Part 1: Broken Headboards and Feathers

2011-12-12T23:10:00.001Z

Let me break it down for you, by now - we have all heard, inhaled, read, assimilated Stephanie Meyer's Twilight Saga, right? Great, so this review will be succinct and yes, a little frivolous. Anyone seeking a serious review should go straight to 'google' now. I'm going to by-pass the usual fluffy build up on the plot because we know -it's about a slightly twisted love triangle between a young girl called Bella, the incredibly striking Edward Cullen, who just happens to be a 117 year old Vampire, and the extremely buff werewolf, Jacob Black. Following the saga thus far, you will have read Twilight, New Moon and Eclipse - yes? If you've jumped headfirst into Breaking Dawn Part 1 - you are in deep trouble and just like a game of snakes and ladders - I suggest you slide down the ladder, to the start and endure all preceding movies, like the rest of us.

Breaking Dawn is the final instalment of the Twilight Saga, and it was an elephant of a book to read - and indeed lug around in my handbag. I'm sorry? It was in big print and easy to read? Oh. I had a hardback and I think the sheer weight of it justifies the splitting of the film into two parts. Was it greed or need by Summit Entertainment? Who knows, but the first few minutes of BD - Part 1 had me shifting uncomfortably - did we really need to see Bella turn off the light and go to bed? Hell no! Luckily, my bag of peanut M&M's provided the required sugar hit and things improved from the honeymoon scene on Isle Esme.

What I enjoyed about this movie?

They actually GOT married - hurrah! Finally, we can all get some sleep.
An exotic island getaway, broken headboards and feathers galore! YES.
Jacob's wardrobe budget must have been increased - a low count of ripped t shirts in this one.
Bella's Wedding dress was quite delightful - a Caroline Herrera design - now available for any discerning Bella Brides out there... as is her engagement ring, music box...um, bedroom furniture...
Charlie Swan - aka Bella's father, played by Billy Burke, totally THE man. I heart him, yes I do.
The comedy between the old school friends (i.e the non vampires)
The spooky cleaning lady from Isle Esme...she should have her own side drama.
Seth, the cute little werewolf with a conscience - so sweet and naive but still... Boo Boo Stewart rocks!
Chemistry within the twi-love-triangle, I felt it... it was there, almost tangible, ahem...
The little Volturi kicker at the end of the credits...

What I found a little disturbing?

The Wig collection - and yes, I do like the odd wig and powdered historical drama - but this is Twilight!
Rosalie's wig in particular irked me, luckily the mole on her face is equally distracting so it balanced out.
Bella's Mum, sorry I mean Mom, I have no other reason - I just find the character, er grating.
Carlisle's make-up... yes, I know, he's a Vampire but really, powder much?
Jacob's wardrobe - I mean come on, you build us up to see his powerful abs in New Moon and Eclipse...and then you put him back in clothes for Breaking Dawn? *pouts*
The rather jolted acting of several sub-characters...Alice, Rosalie, Jasper...maybe it was the lighting or the editing, I don't know- were they just too good at playing frozen Vampires?

Overall, yes - there was plenty of cheese throughout the film but for all the kitsch dream sequences in this one, its still essentially a love story, right? I gave it a 3/4 bag of peanut M&M's - if you're already part of the gazillion plus fan-base - you're going to see it anyway. Captive audience indeed. I'm hoping for a bloody big battle in the final of the movies. BRING IT.

Photocredit via tumblr

Taxi to Bethnal Green and Early Childhood

2011-12-10T00:48:00.003Z

"The world of reality has it's limits; the world of imagination is boundless"

- Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Swiss philosopher, 1712-1778

Interior of the V&A Early Childhood Museum

Heading into East London usually starts with a few drinks, a suggestion of the best curry house in the city and somewhere in between it involves a ride in a black London taxi. Not so this crisp autumnal morning, though we did hail your quintessential Essex old-boy cabbie, full of witty banter and anecdotes, easily encouraged with the occasional nod and carefully inserted sighs of "Oh... I had no idea?!" Lovely chap, really. As he drove, my attention focused on the streets outside, glass towers turned into housing estates, brown brick facades, flashes of green and asian shopfronts; we entered the bleakness known locally as Bethnal Green, only it wasn't bleak - it was pretty damn vibrant. Scribe Junior barely noticed, he sat - furrowed brow, completely immersed in his 'Where's Wally' book, scanning his favourite page - a particularly sinister scene containing gazillion images of Vampires and Rockstar types who resembled members of Kiss. Yes, I'm not sure that means either.

Old-Essex-boy insisted on pulling up directly outside our final destination - The V&A's Museum of Early Childhood, a wonderful Grade II listed building which housed the original museum opened by the Prince of Wales back in 1872. See - stick with me, I know things... okay, that was courtesy of Wikipedia. And, no, no - not that Charlie. Anyhow, its an impressive building where you will uncover that most wonderful collection of toys, lovingly donated, bought together for the enjoyment of children - and you know, the odd parent or two. It's a great place to wander through at your own place, or at break neck speed with Scribe Junior - we spent time with the interactive games on the ground floor before heading for the GIANT Robot and Dolls houses on the mezzanine level. Oh, and we played Snakes and Ladders, sans the dice. Trust me, imagination is a wild thing and this place encourages full use of the grey matter.

If you are ever in London and have a couple of hours up your sleeve - hail a cab, grab the tube, or a bumpy bus ride and head over to Bethnal Green, this museum is quite delightful, its completely free, though a small donation is encouraged, ahem. And don't worry, you don't need a child at your side to visit, even big people are welcome! Just remember to share, okay?

Photocredit via yours truly (myself)

Love Not Hate

2011-12-05T16:56:00.002Z

Do you remember how hard life was as a young teenager? You were no longer a child, not quite an adult, stuck in limbo, waiting to grow those beautiful wings and well, make a break for freedom from your parents house. I remember school - my friends, uncontrollable laughter, comradery, the anxiety of exams, sport days, school balls, the sheer will of watching the clock at the front of the science lab. And I remember the tears. No-one makes it through school without tears. Myself, I moved between groups all the time, it was easy for me, I didn't stick with just one clique. Lord knows why but no-one ever judged me for that. I just did it and I still do it.

The sad thing is that, there were kids who seemed to be constantly 'picked-on' but in my days, bullying was not a word we used. It was either 'teasing' or 'making fun' of someone. In hindsight, teachers and parents dressed it up, sanitised it so much that in the end it sounded like an unfortunate sneeze on the eve of a debutantes ball. To name it correctly - is to acknowledge it's existence. Bullying was an ugly form of behaviour and god forbid that it actually existed. But exist, it did, I remember one girls tears after being teased about her family; I remember another being taunted about being a redhead, freckle-faced and yes, she was fat, that didn't go unnoticed. And I remember someone actually peeing their pants at school, only to be further ridiculed. Children can be naive, yes they can be cruel with their honesty - but it's when they unwittingly unleash a pack mentality, that they are at their most lethal. Goodness knows, we all like to 'fit'; no-one likes to stand out or be picked on. Well, most of us, right?

As I watched Jonah Mowry's video, tears streamed down my face, it was one of the most gut-heart-soul-wrenching recordings I've viewed in recent times. Yes, I'm an emotional girl sometimes but his simple message is so poignant. 'He has a million reasons to be here' - just like everyone else on this planet. 'Love not Hate' is the message. When I see this video, I wonder how many kids from my school went home and felt exactly as Jonah did here. And I hear you - what can anyone do about these kids who bully? Well, here's the other thing, its a learned behaviour, kids aren't born that way - they assimilate, they take on values of those around them. If you hate, they hate; if you love, they love. It's simple really, yes? And now I'll step down off my soap box. I just had to get that off my chest.

Jonah Mowry's video via youtube

Reflections: Five Faces Of Silly

2011-12-03T12:02:00.004Z

Hush...did you hear? December has arrived. Finally. Christmas jingles, sparkly lights, orange boxes, pretty ribbons, shopping sprees...however did we survive the eleven months prior without such colour and cheer? Actually, the festive season has been with us for much of this year. By my not-so-whimsical-scientific-approximation, since Summer when Harrods and Selfridges threw open their Christmas department floors. Oh yes, even back then. What's that about markets and trading and the world gone mad? If you were clever, like my neighbour down the street, you'd have left your decorations hanging up from last year. I have never seen the old guy but his fairy lights come on at night, every night, 365 days of the year. Anyhow, 22 days and counting, bring on the duck, puddings and wine!

Here's five reflections of what's important to me over this silly season. Gucci, LV, Dior... ahem, yes those - but I'm much more than that! Here's what I love about the wintry month of Christmas.

1. Family, love them dearly! Miss them when they're not around, wish them away when they are...wait am I thinking aloud? Love them really!

2. Friends, see above...

3. Frivolity, yes - this is an order! We must have jolly good fun - life is about living and December's Child, in my books is all about fun. She's about celebrating the essence of love and life and oh... I may combust right now - buckets of frivolous fluff to you! There's a reason it's called the silly season, yes?

4. Fabulous food and fine champagne. Indeed, it's the month from the entire year that you can indulge your guilty pleasures. Chocolates, bubbly, cheese... let your senses go wild with the culinary treats. And do pull on your boots and walk it off at the park later!

5. Christmas eve, the fire is lit, all is quiet... that is by far, my favourite moment in this season. Quiet anticipation, excitement of what's to come and a peaceful evening before the god-forsaken family arrives...love them really.

Photocredit via tumblr

A/N: Do let me know what you love about December. I could add at least ten more but you know, then it wouldn't be five for Friday - and yes, I know its Saturday but someone went out last night.. Ahem. This weekend entails a little shopping, relaxing and manuscript revisions. And lists - I am making lists of everything I need to do before the new year! Have a lovely weekend wherever you are!
T xox

Pippa Middleton's £400k Book Party

2011-11-28T14:40:00.004Z

My dear Mr Penguin,

I am writing to let you know that I too can throw a party! Great big fantabulous event-type-parties? Tick. Intimate dinner parties at home. Tick. Tick. The most funnest kids party on the block? Tick. Private party in dimly-lit-whispered-about-only-restaurants? Tick. And I'm pretty wicked when it comes to entertaining guests. Hint: Always keep your guests wineglasses topped up. That way, they will provide much of the entertainment themselves. I can create swans out of paper napkins, I am well-versed with the tricks of down lighting, decorating cupcakes and making ones own Christmas wreath from handpicked holly and mistletoe! And I can shop till I drop, I have shiny brown hair - and yes, I'll answer to Princess. And I write, godamnit, I write - I love writing, it's a passion for me. *weeps, spills blood onto keyboard*

So how do I feel about Pippa Middleton reportedly agreeing to an offer of £400k with yourselves? Well now, I'd love to say I'm torn - but I'm not really. Let's face it - Miss P has an enormous following, thanks in part to media attention - and yes, that little fact that she's Prince Williams sister-in-law. What? Oh yes, the arse -apparently, its quite delectable, much prettier than mine.

But let's keep focus here, the truth is, a lot of publishers wanted that deal and it went to the highest bidder. Miss P can throw parties, she is after all an event planner so yes, qualified in that matter. A party for £400k? I suspect, a lot of people on this humble planet could do that, blindfolded - for half the cost. Pardon? Oh, right...their name is not Middleton. Well, my dear Penguin, I'm not sure who will turn out to look like a total arse when the party planners book is finally released in time for Christmas next year - but I'm raising my Tiffany champagne flute and saying - jolly good for her! After all, if we were all in her LK Bennett shoes right now, we'd be signing on the bottom line, yes?

Unashamedly,

Team Pippa, all the way!

xox

PS: If you need a writer for future party events - do feel free to contact me.
PPS: For the record, I don't own a pair of LK Bennetts and I'm proud of that.
PPPS: I am just as undateable as her though.

A/N: So lovelies, tell me - how do you really feel about Pippa's book deal? Yah, nay or dare I say, yawn?

Friday's Fabulous Five To Unwind

2011-11-26T02:11:00.001Z

It has been a particularly insane week - and it's almost the end of November. Um, yes, yes it is. Is anyone else chasing their own tail? Please say yes, otherwise, I'll have to curl up in the foetal position tonight and worry that I'm different... and... oh, sorry. Anyhow, back to crazy Friday, I've been pondering ways to relax, in style. Here's my fabulous five for today:

1. Pamper me baby, pamper me real good... and I mean it. Take yourself off to a spa, close the door on the rest of the world for a while, slip into a lovely robe and let someone else take care of you. Massage anyone? Um, yes please. This is my plan for Sunday (wish me luck)

2. Shopping - this can be a team sport, or as an individual. I find it's helpful to bribe a BFF into coming along, as Confucius say 'many hands make light work' which translates to 'more shopping bags for you.' Just remember to feed and water your BFF during the expedition, and let them rest now and then...like, whilst you're trying on your umpteenth pair of Louboutins.

3. Music makes the people come together...yeah... thanks Madge. Yes it does, and karaoke is an old favourite of mine. No giggling down the back. I do, you know. And my latest headset makes the most wonderful prop for those essential 'Britney Spears' moments. I recommend it. You know, when no-ones watching. Oh baby, baby indeed.

4. Get thee a friend who can cook - or better still - grab several BFFs and head out for supper-dinner-lunch-brunch. Pick a place, somewhere fab and just like, do it?

5. Recline in Style. Possibly my own personal favourite. Find a darkly-lit room, add a little ambience with your favourite candles, place cocktail glass on table, arrange self ever-so-elegantly on the sofa - reach for remote - and exhale... Perfect positioning for napping, which essentially is the ultimate way to rejuvenate. Tell me, how do you unwind after a busy week?

A Poem: One Sweet Kiss

2011-11-22T00:55:00.000Z

It was raining that day as I rushed from the train,

Your chocolate mocha eyes glanced my way,

You turned away too soon but I knew,

My heart had already noticed you too.

And I watched as you walked through the crowds,

A sea of faces, A facade that fades

And all that remained unwavering was,

Your searching smile, Your charming style

I held my breath

Anticipation

It was sunny that last day we met,

Under the trees, A cool sea breeze,

You didn't say goodbye and I could have wept

As your soft red lips touched mine

I knew as you did, that this would be

Our one sweet kiss

Photocredits via tumblr

Book Review: Room

2011-11-19T01:58:00.070Z

Room is the size of a small shed and home to a young woman and her five year old son, Jack - the narrator of this story. Through Jack's story, we learn that 'Ma' was abducted when she was 19 years old and Jack is the son whom she bore as a result of being raped by her kidnapper.

I have to be honest, I put off reading this book because the subject matter is so taboo. We hear stories of abductions in the news, of young children being kept in cellars and it's bone-chillingly awful stuff because its real. This is the first piece of fiction I've come across that was inspired by such a cruel reality but the narration is incredibly innocent that you forget about who Jack's father is and the circumstances that bought him into this world. The focus is on Jack and Ma's relationship and their rehabilitation back into society.

It's a tale of a son's love for his mother, it's a reflection on parenting and the natural instinct to protect your own. Ma has tried to protect Jack from the reality of Room and the random nightly visits of her kidnapper, old Nick. Each day, Ma and Jack make up games, watch TV and these daily rituals give them a sense of purpose; some days though Ma is 'gone', she doesn't move from her bed and Jack is left to fend for himself on days like that. And the language of the book is unique, Jack draws you into his world - you begin to recognise a pattern - objects are given names, there's Rug, Table, Meltedy Spoon and Plant - and you feel the childlike connection that Jack has with each of these. In the first part of the book, the major conflict is dealt with early, Ma hatches a plan for them both to escape and we are taken outside of Room into a world which provides challenges to both Ma and Jack.

What I liked about this story? It tackled a taboo subject, it is unique and Jack's narration is lovely. What I found difficult? The latter part of the story seems to fall away from the first part, for me it was a little jilted. What I loved about it? The ending is bittersweet, but oh so good. If you don't cry at that stage, I will be surprised! This story is cleverly written, it will make you laugh, give your heartstrings a mighty old tug, and tears will be splattered across pages but it's very good read. I definitely recommend it - just keep a box of tissues handy.

Express Yourself In Black'n'White

2011-11-14T14:36:00.002Z

Postcards with an edge

Yesterday, I ventured into London's National Portrait Gallery to view the Taylor Wessing Photographic Portrait Prize for 2011. Ignoring the shuffling old man in beige overcoat who seemed to be lurking at my side for most of the afternoon, I think for the princely sum of £2, yes that was the entrance fee, it was well worth the visit. Did I mention the wannabe-model-lookalike and her stage mother who also lingered longer than necessary in front every single portrait I wanted to view? The sheer cheek of some folks...what do you mean it's a public gallery? Oh... I see. Moving right along...

I love photography, like writing, -it's another creative medium to build stories, paint colourful landscapes and whole other worlds. To escape, or indeed, or run away from. Portraits are so personal though, the expressions of the subjects captured for all eternity. I'll be honest, I wasn't enamoured with this year's prize-winning portrait, which incidentally is a young girl holding a guinea pig. For me, though, there were several incredible images of people from gritty backgrounds which easily provided inspiration for characters and stories. Oh yes, I left with at least two ideas under my peacoat.

My favourites? I was drawn to the Malega, the Ethiopian boy photographed by Mario Marina, something about his expression really haunted me. Masayo Ito's portrait of a Japanese family in a cemetery took me back to Tokyo; Maja Daniel's identical twins 'Monette and Mady' bought a smile to my lips - elderly sisters living in Paris, who still wear synchronised outfits and their hair? Bright red. Quirky always does it for me. If you live in the city or are visiting London soon, you should pop along for a browse. And afterwards, do check out perhaps the best view in the gallery on level three - afternoon tea at the bar with a stunning rooftop vista of London? A perfect sunday.

London's rooftops, perhaps the best view in the gallery

Will The Real Miss Jones Please Stand Up?

2011-11-11T23:20:00.002Z

Last week, London was alight, outraged, and dare I say, amused with the spectacular rant of a certain lady journalist. In case you missed her column, jump here - beware, you will either collapse in disgust or die of laughter. Let me know what your thoughts...too much information or not? She certainly provoked an abundance of reactions, extreme in themselves.


I'm not a prude but my eyebrows were raised, momentarily. Do we share too much of ourselves online in the public arena? And when we get down to the root of things, is what you share - really you or a figment of the person that you want people to think you are?  I try to keep my musings to writing and topics that inspire me.  But let's be honest, if you're writing and networking online, you do cultivate friendships - its human nature.  People want to know you as a person, right?  Behind all those avatars and profiles are living breathing individuals - people, real people - and networking is about making connections between people not pixels.  You successfully connect or not.  It's not a popularity contest...wait, no, maybe... who knows, sometimes?

Shocking opening lines, provocative clothing, rocking badass tattoos -all attention grabbing in their own way, non? At the end of the day, whatever her motivation, Ms Jones' cringe-worthy confessional rocked our world for a day, for better or worse, the lady caused a stir and were we not entertained?  I certainly was, exceedingly so. And I was inspired -not like that, but by knowing that I do not wish to become that old lady with the cat.  That is a promise. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to throw out all my Bridget Jones underpants -clearly, they are not controversial enough. From now on, it's commando...well, except for Sundays.

A/N:  Hello Lovelies, it's been another busy one in London but as one of my favourite great-aunts used to say "if I don't get up to walk everyday, I'm scared that one day I might never be able to."  Take what you will from that gem, I guess as long as we're moving, we're alive, right?  This weekend, though, I'm hoping for a little relaxation, writing and an art show.  Nothing too strenuous.  What's on your diary?  Talei xox

Throw Me A Line, Draw Me In...

2011-11-07T23:31:00.000Z

You know when you pick-up a book, read through the opening chapter and precede to carry it around the bookstore whilst browsing other titles? You really liked the opening lines, it had a voice, it spoke to you - and yet, you choose to ignore it, unceremoniously tossing it on the '3 for 2' bargain table, opting for another book instead. Don't feel sorry for it because it actually wins out. Several days later, those opening lines are still etched in your subconscious and your inner muse is shaking her head at you. "Why the devil didn't you buy the book?!" she taunts, unsympathetically. "Why didn't you make me?" you reply, tartly. Wait...I'm having a conversation with myself?

Of course, you can't remember the title but that line - it was something about nuns and why you will never see a photograph of a nun while she is alive because they only allow themselves to be photographed when they are dead. Something to do with vanity. You see what happens when you ignore the muse? It gets you in the end. Desperate to find the book, I unashamedly googled "Dead Nuns + Photo + opening line of novels." Yes, I did. Alas, it turned up zilch on the Nun story but I did find 100 Best First Lines via i love english literature and, The Best 100 Opening Lines From Books via www.stylist.co.uk - do check them out. Here's a few that may bring a smile to your face.

"Where's Papa going with that axe?" - Charlottes Web, E.B White.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen.

"Mrs Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself" - Mrs Dalloway, Virginia Woolf

"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins." Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov

"I will not drink more than fourteen alcohol units per week" - Bridget Jones' Diary, Helen Felding.

"Every summer Lin Kong returned to Goose Village to divorce his wife, Shuyu" Waiting, Ha Jin.

"It was a dark and stormy night...." Paul Clifford, Edward George Bulwer-Lytton (sorry couldn't resist this one)

A/N: Lesson learnt, I promise never to turn up my nose at memorable lines. And if anyone knows of the book which fits my 'nuns +photo' google search criteria, please let me know - I'll be eternally grateful. * Deep sigh* Talei xox

Book Review: David Nicholls' One day

2011-11-04T22:53:00.001Z

I confess, I bought this novel at the start of the year but I didn't actually read it until recently and I admit with all the hype surrounding it and the movie - I had high expectations. The main protagonists are Emma and Dexter, two graduating students who although they have known each other at a distance - actually get it together on their last night at university in Edinburgh and after an awkward 'morning after' - they part company to start their brave new lives in the big bold world. Dexter strikes out across the globe; Emma moves to London; both hold down an assortment of jobs throughout the book. We follow their lives as they unfold - on St Swithin's Day, every year, over the course of twenty years. It's a wonderful concept for a book, right?

David Nicholl's weaves a great story, its a hefty read at just over 400 pages but once you settle into Emma and Dexter's lives, you may wish it were longer. As I ploughed through each chapter I found myself willing them on, wondering if they would ever get it together again and of the two characters I found myself drawn to Dexter. What I liked about this book? I loved the dialogue, the humour and yes, even the 'emotional bits' that moved me to tears. I particularly enjoyed the setting too - although there are a few small scenes in Europe, the majority of the story is set in London and all the characters are believable, it felt like, well, they could be anyone living down the street from me. What I didn't like so much? Well, lets just say there's a bittersweet moment...towards the end and leave it at that.

Overall, it's a wonderful story about two souls who loved each other, their relationships with other people and with each other. It's a great reminder that despite the ups and downs, life does indeed go on and thats the thing about this story - it keeps moving, its fluid, just like real life. I haven't watched the film yet but I definitely recommend the book, well-written and entertaining!

A Ghost Story: Mr Butler's Island Paradise

2011-10-29T09:22:00.001+01:00

Cursing myself for falling asleep in the late afternoon sun, I stumbled along the dirt track leading away from the beach, swiping at the mosquitoes’ that eagerly flitted around my bare shoulders. It was early evening and with the exception of a distant figure walking his dog, I’d woken to an empty sandy shoreline. Even the Surf Lifesavers hut was abandoned. Shit. I should’ve stayed on the private beach at the resort. It would take me at least twenty minutes to reach my bungalow from here. And the coastal road was a steady uphill climb. I hummed to myself. No need to freak out, Rosie. There’ll be other people on the main road, just keep walking.

I picked up the pace, rounded the first turn in the road and there he was, standing in the shadows of the trees. A young man in a shabby linen suit, a navy scarf tied loosely around his neck, he held an old clay pipe in one hand and a small leather pouch in the other. Rather eccentric, I thought as I reached him.

“Good Evening” he smiled broadly. Ah, he was English.

I returned his smile “Hello”

“You’re staying at the resort?”

I nodded. Clearly, I wasn’t a local. I wondered where he was from. “You live here?”

“Yes” he held out his hand “My name is Louis – Louis Butler”

“I’m Rosie – Rosie Franklin,” I panted, catching my breath “You’re very lucky to live here – it’s a gorgeous island”

He nodded, squeezed the leather pouch and stared across the road, towards the ocean "it's paradise" he said simply.

“Well, I better get going, it’s late…” I brushed past him and continued on my trek, only to hear his footsteps falling behind me. Immediately a chill settled uneasily in the pit of my belly.

“Sorry, Miss Franklin…?”

I turned to glare at him but something in his dark eyes held mine, a silent plea, an unspoken understanding. Who was this man? The name Butler sounded familiar. I felt an overwhelming urge to run from him, and yet I remained rooted to the spot.

“Have you seen the view from over there? It’s the most beautiful place…” he gestured towards the edge of the cliff face. Without hesitating, he led me towards a large flat rock. The scent of sweet jasmine hung thickly around us, insects buzzed in the nearby undergrowth and below, I could hear the large waves crashing against the cliff face. Louis settled on the rock, opened his small leather pouch and pulled out a wooden flute.

The most beautiful notes floated above us, a seductive lullaby, entrancing, captivating. Closing my eyes, I lay back on the sandy rock and let his sweet music wash over my body. Nothing mattered now, I only wanted to sleep, my legs were weary and the afternoon sun had zapped my energy.

Suddenly, his music stopped, I sat upright. “Louis?”

Footsteps crunched along the gravel road and laughter pierced the air. What the hell? Two women clad in the hotels white uniforms loomed in front of me, worried expressions replacing their early joviality.

“Miss –are you a’ right?” The older of the two spoke “Are ya… lost, love? Tha ‘otel is just up da road ‘dere”

“I’m okay…I was just listening to… Louis’ music”

The ladies exchanged a knowing glance and nodded in unison “Well, now – best we get you back to ‘de ‘otel” the older lady offered her hand, gently pulling me from the rock.

As we walked towards the lights of the hotel, I searched for Louis “do you know him – Louis? He’s a local, an Englishman, I met him by the trees”

The older lady smiled “Oh yes, we know Louis –he’s been in these parts for a long time now, I don’t expect he’ll be leaving anytime soon.”

Copyright: Mr Butler's Island Paradise © T.Loto All Rights Reserved

Chasing Butterflies - And Then Some...

2011-10-26T23:15:00.001+01:00

"There is nothing staid, nothing settled, in this universe. All is rippling, all is dancing; all is quickness and triumph." - Virginia Woolf, The Waves.

Chasing Butterflies and Happy Endings

When we write, we strive to find a happy ending for the main characters in our stories. We toss every conceivable scenario in their path, we hold our breath as they stumble blindly along the plot line, we grimace as they fall unsuspectingly, we watch in silence as they pick themselves up, and of course, we cheer them on through the next horrific challenge. Its surprising our characters don't poke their heads through the screens and scream 'enough is enough!' By the time we reach the final scenes, we know it'll all be smiles and relieved sighs.

In years gone by, I'd pick up a novel, devour chapter upon chapter, each faster than the previous, knowing that each page would bring me closer to the inevitable happy ending. Imagine my horror when I first came across a book where that final scene never ensued. As a young girl, I can't tell you how much those nonsensical endings used to annoy me. Everyone loves a happy ending, we love reading fiction and might I suggest - a few of us actually enjoy belting out a good old Whitney Houston love song. Do you ever wonder, though, if all these happy endings lead us down that eternal path of destiny with blinders on? And should we, in fact, be reading more genres with the not-so-rosy-endings. The thought has crossed my mind. How about you? Do you always give your heroine a happy ending, or not?

Photocredit: via weheartit

A/N: Hello Everyone, I hope you are well. If you are participating in the NaNoWriMo this year, I wish you all the best! Right now, I can't believe how fast this year is flying by, its definitely time to re-assess the writing projects, trim the sails and check for the wind direction. How are your writing projects coming along? Talei xox

Sleeping Beauty: The Aftermath

2011-10-14T14:46:00.001+01:00

And when you awaken from that magic spell,

Your heart unshackled,

Your lips hurting like hell,

Think of me.

I only wanted to share your dreams,

But that will never be,

And I don't regret...

Knowing you once,

A past life, fast times,

Your charming smile,

Your bright grey eyes,

Laughter of my life.

Once...

And I never thought
There was a price for happiness
I was wrong,

Pain and love are entangled,

Unravelled, two ribbons,

Undone

But I won't regret

Loving you,

Once..

Goodbye Old Friend

I'll think of you fondly

In
My Own Way

Photocredits via weheartit

A/N: Hello Everyone, we have sunshine, its Friday - two good reasons to smile. I hope you are having a fabulous week in your neck of the woods. My parallel universe is a little crazy right now, I have several events to work on. Next week I am taking a break from blogging to rejuvenate and focus on my manuscripts. I'll be back on the 24 October. Have a lovely weekend! Talei xox

24/10/11: Hello, I am here but unfortunately with my current schedule, I'm unable to blog today. I will post Wednesday and Friday this week. Hope you are all well! Talei x

Best Selling Original Rejects

2011-10-10T13:56:00.000+01:00

This article that caught my attention over the weekend, ' Ten Best-Selling Books That Were Originally Rejected." via Flavorwire - the list reads as:

Animal Farm

Anne Frank

Anne of Green Gables

Harry Potter

Jonathan Livingston Seagull

The Ginger Man

Chicken Soup for the Soul

Lolita

Twilight

Valley of the Dolls

I'll be honest, it surprised me that I didn't recognise a couple of these titles - should I hang my face in shame? Possibly. Probably not. I remember having Jonathan Livingston Seagull shoved at me many years back, I was supposed to read it for an English assignment...but I refused. I recall an old friend of mine travelling across Europe with a dog-eared copy of The Ginger Man, he offered it to me; I refused it. And I can confirm that "Chicken Soup for the Soul" has never crossed my path. So aside from my bare-shame-faced ignorance, my other 'raised eyebrow' moment was recognising that - although I'm keenly aware of a couple of the titles on this list now - I still wouldn't read them.

So, what constitutes a Best Seller? I mean, apart from the obvious gargantuan sales associated with that title. The key to most of these titles is sustained sales over decades of time. Are they, therefore 'Modern Day Classics?' That is another question to ponder. For me, the list is interesting because its a reflection of what was a Best Seller, twenty, thirty, fifty years ago, a footprint, a timeline - call it what you will. And I just wonder, if these titles were released today, would they become 'Best Sellers?' I think 'Best Sellers' capture the mood of audiences for a split second, in a small window of time - and tastes, trends and taboos change. Which is a jolly good thing - because we writerly minded folk have a lot of books that need be written, right? Nod along with me please. Great, get writing then!

Love and Kebabs in Camden Town

2011-10-07T08:29:00.002+01:00

Indy stopped at his usual spot on the canal and pulled a cigarette from his battered packet of Silk Cut. Near the waters edge, a family of dirty grey swans bobbed up and down, waiting to be fed. Ignoring them, he turned his attention to the thickening crowd of tourists winding their way along the narrow towpath. It was mid-morning; Philly would be busy at the stall. Savouring his last drag of the tobacco, he tossed the butt in the direction of the swans and sauntered towards the market gates.

Inside the walls of Camden market, Philly stabbed a pair of old tongs at the lamb kebabs on the grill, she threw a handful of onion rings onto a large piece of flatbread and turned to the American couple waiting patiently.
"What kind of sauce would you like?" her hand already reaching for the tomato sauce.
"Ketchup, please" Perfect dentistry beamed at her. She returned a wide smile. Always with the freaking ketchup, why not chilli? Why not, even, barbeque sauce?

Behind her, Ali shuffled into the stall. He dropped a box of lettuce on the table and stared at her shaven blonde hair.
"What the hell kinda haircut is that?"
"What? No good morning?"
"I don't want no GI Jane selling my kebabs"
"Its just a haircut, I like it. Indy likes it"
"Yeah, well - Indy's got a fuchsia pink Mohawk" he pulled his khaki beanie from his head and tossed it at her.
"What the hell?"
"Put it on, its flippin' cold out"
She sniffed at the beanie "it freaking stinks of you, I'm not wearing it"
"You've been hanging out with my cousin too much - he's a bad influence"
He was teasing, she knew that. If it wasn't for Ali, she'd never met Indy and she'd be lost without him now. She looked towards the gate, expecting him any minute now.

Ali worked his magic knife skills on the tomatoes, then the onions, then the lettuce. He spent the entire time chopping ingredients and chatting animatedly to customers about London weather. He was a pro. Philly pulled her vintage McQueen bandana from her pocket, tying it pirate style, over her buzzcut as she surveyed the marketplace. A young girl with dark green hair stood near the stonewall, taking photos with her iPhone. Philly had noticed her earlier, she'd lingered around Rosie's jewellery stand but hadn't purchased anything. Philly had a strange feeling that the girl had been watching her.

"Hi Sexy" Indy leant over the counter and grabbed Philly's apron, pulling her towards him.
"Hey, I'm working!" she giggled, slapping him playfully.
"Ten minutes break, Philly!" Ali barked, shooing them both away without breaking from his weather banter.

The green-haired girl watched the young couple as they ran, hand-in-hand, towards the canal, grabbing at each other like boisterous teenagers. Oh, Indy... it is you. She choked back a cry and she closed her eyes. Had he forgotten her already? She clenched her fists and walked purposely towards the kebab stall where the squat guy called Ali was holding court with the tourists. I'll make you remember, Indy.

A/N: This piece of short fiction was inspired after some lovely twitter banter earlier in the week with Talli and India. I hope you enjoyed it. Happy writing this weekend Lovelies! Talei xox

I Heart You Steve Jobs

2011-10-06T13:26:00.001+01:00

"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary." - Steve Jobs

It's no secret, I love great design, I love beautiful things. I love listening to my favourite tunes on my iPod, I have an umbilical cord attached to my iPhone. I love plugging my music into the Apple speakers in my kitchen as I cook. I love dancing with my six-year-old to that music in that kitchen. I am in awe of the speed that said six-year-old navigates through his games on the iPad. He is an angel-demon. I love how the pages turn on iBook. I love the ease of downloading apps on my iMac. I love that I can slip my sleek fuschia pink iPod into my gym bra while I workout. Yes, I do. I love the touch screen technology of all things Apple. Every morning, I wake-up to the alarm on my iPhone. Every day, I sit at my iMac and I write. Every night, I tweet goodnight...yes from one of my i-Things. Thank you, Mr Jobs - for bringing joy and inspiration into my world. Every single day. I heart you for it.

A/N: I own up to being an emotional human, its my prerogative. I rarely share personal posts about my little one but this morning we had a conversation which made me smile.

Me:   I'm a little sad today
C:   *looks up at me*
Me:   You know, the man who invented the iPad and Mummys Phone, and my Computer?
C:   *silent stare*
Me: Well, his name is Steve Jobs, he died last night, its very sad. A lot of people are sad today.
C:   *thinking stare*
Me:  But we're lucky to that he lived because he made the iPad and lots of good things.
C:   No, but - a lot of other people helped to make them too. He didn't make ALL of them by himself.
Me: *chokes back laughter* That's true. But - he was their leader.
C: But has someone else has taken over his job...?
Me: *chokes back tears* Yes... yes, they have.
C:   Mummy, you know what? I planted six bulbs yesterday.
Me:   Really?
C:   Yes, I planted six bulbs and they are going to grow to THIS high. *gestures to his knees*
Me:   Really? Wow.
C:   Yes, and they are going to be beautiful.

Moral of the conversation: Leave it to the angels in your life to remind you that - life goes on and we should celebrate it.   Talei xox

Little Miss Procrastination

2011-10-03T12:08:00.000+01:00

Lady P came to visit me yesterday. I was sitting alone, minding my own business, editing with one eye on the morning dew that had settled in on the windowsills. And in she breezed...

Barefoot and wide-eyed, she leant over my shoulder,

Peered at my manuscript and whispered

"Come with me, its such a beautiful day"

Ignoring her sighs, I continued with my manuscript

A little wobbly but still

"Let me finish this paragraph"

And I tried but my mind had already flown

Through the window

It was somewhere up above

Looking down at the river

Pushing back my chair

I slipped my feet into my shoes

"You won't need those" Lady P said

Leading me away from my writing desk

And she was right...

The skies were bright blue,

The sun, a glittering orb,

And the grass,

So very,

Very

Lush

Lady P at her best...

Photo courtesy via tumblr

A/N: Hello dear friends, I hope you are all well. We're enjoying some extraordinarily late but very welcome, summer weather and yes, it distracted me from my writing yesterday. The Muse and I flew the coop and went outdoors, it was wonderfully lush, the sun warmed my skin and I thought to myself, how could you not be led astray, its just for one day, right? Today though, I am back in the driving seat, so to speak. How are your writing projects this week? Talei xox

A Peachy Writing Hut

2011-09-30T23:19:00.002+01:00

A few eyebrows were raised on learning that the Dahl Family were asking for public donations to 'restore and move' the late great Roald Dahl's beloved writing hut from his estate to a museum in his own name. I gasped when I read this news a few weeks ago, though not so much that the family were seeking donations, more that they felt the need to move the writing hut itself. I mean, like, why? Surely people would gain more from viewing the hut as it stood in the garden - precisely as Roald Dahl would have seen it. To sit in the very spot where his wonderful novels were first penned but more than that, to soak in a little of the atmosphere, the sunlight hitting the windows in the morning, the breeze in the afternoon. Surely, all of that is lost if it is moved 'brick by brick' and placed in a museum where the surroundings would hold little connection to the beloved hut itself.

Deep sigh. Or am I just being a great-big-girls-blouse, overly romantic and whimsical. I think not. Readers, fans, writers, -all walks of life, like to visit the writing huts of the literary heroes or heroines and let their own imagination wander wild and carefree. I know I've stared out of castle windows and thought... imagine that - 'Queen-whats-her-face probably saw this view, just before she lost her head'... well, something like that. But you know what I mean, don't you?

Writers bolts, sheds, huts, call them what you will - they are sacred, and messing with them, well - messes with the karma. Methinks.

In the meanwhile, how do I find this place?

Ps: And do check out the pictures of famous writers sheds which the Independent has kindly listed.

What Makes A Perfectly Sexy Man?

2011-09-26T15:21:00.000+01:00

Devastatingly Perfect

What makes the Perfect Man? That is quite 'the' question, darlings. Being 'Honest' took the top spot in a poll by the Festival of Romance recently, being 'Loyal' and having a 'Sense of Humour' came in second and third places respectively. On a note of humour or not, 'Kind' and 'Personal Hygiene' ranked equally at number four. Over at the Daily express - 'Speaking a foreign language' took honours in the Carte Noire study of seduction, with cooking and a love for literature and the arts trailing close behind. It makes you wonder though, are we of the fairer sex 'projecting' just a bit? Personally, I'd say so.

I've embraced the Metrosexual amongst my friends but when it comes down to it, give me a 'Manly Man' any old day. You know, that perfect man who moonlights as a culinary wizard behind closed doors, someone who preempts that your wine glass needs refilling before you know it, the 'one' who is so uber cool, he doesn't follow fashion, - fashion follows him and he has a dapper style, though perhaps never as good as mine. There'd be mirror fights...not pretty. The Perfect Gentleman would also keep a private jet on tap, travel willy-nilly 24/7, shower me with Louboutins and Hermes scarves and oh... you know, just pamper me. I'm easy-pleasey-peasey really. But lets push our fantasies aside. For now.

What I want to know is this - when writing your Male Characters, how real are they? Is it all 'fiction', or do you add a dash of what you find appealing in real life? There's a saying that 'what makes a woman attractive is between her ears, not her legs' - I think that applies to the perfect Manly Man too. A sense of humour, definitely. And as for personal hygiene? Well, toliet-seat 'down' is always a winner. Now, tell me - what attributes are key for the men in your writing lives?

Perfectly Compelling

Photocredits via weheartit

Blogfest: What I Did This Summer

2011-09-23T13:28:00.006+01:00

"I KNOW what you did this summer" a sinister voice trills down the phone line. Horrified, my head automatically rears up, my eyes widen in horror. ( Cue theme music from Psycho shower scene or Uma's deadly snow scene in Kill Bill) I stare helplessly at the receiver "You know what I did?! How...do you know that?" I gasp. Oh, that's right - there are no secrets these days, what with all my twittering and online social networking. Here's a flash-back of how my summer was spent - are you ready?

My summer was spent in London- Milano-London-Norfolk-Paris-London. It went something like this - Sweltering-Heating-Milano-Shopping-Sunshine-English-Countryside-Rain-Clay-Pigeon-Shooting-Spa-Rabbits-Ducks-Family-Sailing-Mother-Paris-Croissants-Lust-Hermes-Heaven-Sunshine-St-Pancras-Station-Home. Deep sigh.

I posted a few snaps on my earlier enchanted Paris post, here - and as promised, below are a few more pictures from that trip, for your pleasure. My Milano trip, I have blogged my pictures here, it was mostly for work in a parallel universe but I got to check out the famous designer shopping streets in the evenings and the old town when I caught with a dear friend who lives there. Lucky him! I hope you had a wonderful Summer!

The Louvre

Beneath the Louvre's glass pyramid

Hordes admiring one of the famous residents at the Louvre

The 'other' famous lady at the Louvre

The Grande Eiffel Tower!
Fabulous structure...

Magnificent views from the Tower

Musee D'Orsay

Notre Dame, view from the River
I recommend a cruise on The Seine!

Painters Market,
Montemarte

My favourite Artwork,
Montmartre

Notre Dame

Lovers Lockets with their carved initials,
Pont De Arts Bridge

St Germain des Pres

My favourite view...
Waking up in Paris

Photo courtesy via yours truly

(I played around with a new lens which I think works well)

A/N: I could rabbit on about Paris, its a beautiful city, perfect to walk around and after a day of trekking and shopping, my favourite thing to do was relax in my local hood early evenings, so many lively cafes to hang out in and of course, old friends to catch up with. You must go there! I am already pondering my next trip.

Thank you to the lovely Michael Di Gesu for hosting this Super Summer blogfest, do check out the other entries! Wishing you a lovely weekend! Talei xox

Let It Fall

2011-09-19T14:44:00.000+01:00

This weekend, as I took a jaunty stroll in the park with trusty hound dancing at my feet, it was hard not to notice the changing seasons. A thick carpet of golden hues crunched underfoot, children collected conkers, acorns rolled along the roots of ancient oaks, squirrels chased the errant acorns and the hound chased the squirrels. Wait, that was someone else's ill-behaved four-legged friend. Anyway, I just wanted to say....

Autumn or Fall - whatever your name is, I am glad you came...

You make me want

To raise my hands, run carefree,

Through avenues of ancient trees

And wide-open spaces

And your crisp fallen leaves

Always brings forth the wondrous

Sound of children's laughter

And I love snuggling

On a picnic rug in the cold, cold air

Or in my favourite chair

You remind me that

Pumpkins, Halloween,

And Christmas,

Are all just

Around the corner...

And I do like that

A lot...

LOVE
AUTUMN
LET
IT
FALL

***

Photocredits via weheartit

A/N: I hope you are enjoying the change in seasons where ever you are in the world! Let me know, whats your favourite thing about the season, that you in right now? Talei xox

Flash Fiction: The Ivy, the Bishop and his Lollipop

2011-09-16T22:19:00.005+01:00

The Bishop wandered idly through the ancient cemetery, poking his walking stick at the soft ground. Ornately carved angels lay broken, their faces turned towards the sky; ivy wound around throats. “Such pretty faces” he thought and he pulled a lollipop from his pocket. The juices of his mouth worked through the pink sweet as he stepped over the remains of Lord Higginbotham’s tombstone, freshly stained with dog urine. Bastards. His left boot slid forward, his arms flew upwards “my lollipop!” he screamed. Down, down, down it fell – landing in a pile of dog excrement. “Shit” he muttered to himself.

Come, walk with me...

Photocredit via tumblr, weheartit

The Ivy, The Bishop and his Lollipop © Copyright T.Loto All rights reserved.

A/N: Hello, dear friends! I stumbled onto Chuck Wendig's blog and found this wonderful flash fiction challenge - from five randomly chosen words, you select three to include in a 100 word story. Tonights words were Enzyme, Ivy, Bishop, Blister and Lollipop. It's a no brainer, you know which three called to me, right? I hope you enjoyed my 100 flash fiction - its always good to exercise the grey matter, on-the-fly as it were. Happy writing this weekend! Talei xox

"If I could be anyone, I would be..."

2011-09-14T07:08:00.001+01:00

Right now, I'd love to be this lady, if just for a day...

And here's why I think she's so flipping wonderful...

* Philanthropist * UN Ambassador *

* Controversial * Free Spirit * Fabulous tattoos *

"If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different, then I'd rather be completely freaking mental" - Angelina Jolie

* Loving Mother * Sassy * Sexy *

"I don't believe in guilt, I believe in living on impulse as long as you never intentionally hurt another person, and don't judge people in your life. I think you should live completely free." - Angelina Jolie

* Fly Girl - as in she has her pilots license * Private Jet, anyone? *

* Kick-Ass Actress * Designers Galore * Red Carpet Queen *

* And last but not least, who wouldn't want to cuddle up with Monsieur Pitt at night? *

Photocredits via tumblr

A/N: Its a sassy post today and with good reason - I'm helping to celebrate Talli Roland's launch party for her new novel 'Watching Willow Watts'. A bevy of Beauties are welcoming Willow to the world by posting who we'd like to be and why. Honestly, I quite like being myself, controversial, I know! But really, I figure I could possibly live as Angelina, if just for one day, non? What do you think? If you could be anyone, who would you be? - Talei xoxo

Book Review: The Sugar Queen

2011-09-12T12:45:00.000+01:00

Ever fallen under the spell of another writer? Humour me, darlings. I know you have. After reading 'Garden Spells' by Sarah Addison Allen, I did the usual 'google-stalk-search' thing for her online and was happily placated when I stumbled upon her other book titles. Within a heartbeat of closing 'Garden Spells', I was flying through amazon reviews and filling my virtual shopping basket like a kid in a candy store. Out-of-control, in need of that sugar hit.

'The Sugar Queen' is set in North Carolina and the main protagonist is Josey Cirrini, a recluse at twenty-seven years old who lives the life of a nun at home with her over-bearing mother - a true Southern Belle, whose whims she must attend to on a daily basis - its like a self-imposed penance for past sins. Skeletons, secrets and closets feature throughout the scenes and Josey has several secrets of her own - her hankering for junk food and romance novels which she keeps stashed in the back of her rather large wardrobe and her crush on the hunky mailman. One morning, Josey's life is turned upside when bad girl Della Lee appears in her wardrobe - and refuses to budge. Della Lee seems to be hiding her own problems but freely offers up unsolicited advice to Josey, provoking her on her daily routine - her clothes, her make-up, her mother, and her non-existent love life. Needless to say, Josey finds herself thrown into situations she'd never dreamt of before the great intrusion of Della Lee.

Did I like it? 'The Sugar Queen' had me from chapter one, its a wonderfully woven tale of love, friendship and relationships, with a touch of the supernatural throughout. I enjoyed all the characters and mini sub-plots. Would I recommend it? Hell, yes. If you like a witty storyline with lashings of magic, this ones for you. I read it in one sitting and I'm looking forward to reading more of Ms Allen's offerings.

A/N: I hope you had a wonderful weekend, mine was relatively sane. Mother has flown the coop and its back to a peaceful existence, ahem... I jest. This week, its another hectic schedule in the parallel universe but I'll be posting on Wednesday and Friday - I hope to catch up with you all soon. Talei xox

Movie Review: Limitless

2011-09-09T23:26:00.002+01:00

Who doesn't love a film with a hunky Hollywood star in the lead role? Let's be clear though -its not the only reason I picked this movie. Bradley Cooper's baby blues are swoon worthy but what really caught my attention is the main character. Eddie Morra is a writer - not just any writer - he's a 'tortured-soul-complete-with-messy-hair-bleary-eyed-in-throes-of-writers-block' - type of writer. A writer whose rather pretty and clever girlfriend (with the credit card) leaves him to his own demise.

Enter the devil in the form of his ex-brother-law, who offers him salvation in the form of a smart drug, NZT, - of course its untested and illegal. Miraculously or not, Eddie is able to perform incredible feats - such as total recall of everything he's read in the past, like, ever. Overnight, he becomes a talented linguist and he plays the stock market - not unlike a demon on RedBull - trading live stock for dollar signs. Life for Eddie hums along nicely for all of five minutes - until he runs out of the NZT. Gordon Gekko comes knocking in the guise of Wall Street Jackal, Van Loon, played by Robert De Niro - a would-be corporate mentor for Eddie. Throw into the mix one particular nasty Russian crime-boss from the streets and well, things slide from bad to horrifically awful in milliseconds.

So, did I like this film? You know the 'Its Complicated' status on Facebook? Well, it's like that - not quite knowing who's telling the truth - and the disparity between Good vs. Evil? Yes, that old cookie - in our fluffy-cotton-wool-world, Good naturally takes Evil, right? Not so with this movie - it's well... complicated... in a 'wannabe-Inception-meets-the original-Wall-Street-and-flirts-with-Bourne-Identity' type of way. What I really loved? His kick-ass apartment and the special effects when his old self caught up to his shiny -new improved version. And the humour, there's plenty of it - I especially love the Chinese restaurant scene. Do I recommend viewing? Er, yes. I'd definitely recommend this one for Bradley Cooper Pantsers and De Niro Worshippers. Needless to say, I tick both those boxes.

Gratuitous shot of Mr Cooper
* deep sigh *

Photocredits via weheartit

A/N: Hello! Yes, it's another late night post this side of the pond, the parallel universe is certainly keeping me on my toes. I hope you are all well - and writing? Have a fabulous weekend wherever you are on this lovely planet. I'll be relaxing and spending the last few days with my mother this weekend - she flies back very, very soon. Talei xox

PS: And yes, I posted Mr Coopers pic at the end of my review - so you wouldn't get distracted before reading it... I know you didn't, right?

The Waiting Game

2011-09-05T16:35:00.005+01:00

"So I will wait for you like a lonely house

Till you see me again and live in me.

Till then my windows ache"

- Pablo Neruda

Photocredit via weheartit

A/N: Hello dear friends, its a short and sweet post from my writing world today as the parallel universe is tres crazy. This weekend, I found Pablo Neruda's words pretty inspiring, some times its feels as though I'm waiting for my writing to finish itself but in reality, its all down to me. I know, I know... deep sigh. Inspiration, motivation - each day - you must to go out and find it for yourself. Carpe diem, indeed. I'll be writing furiously in snatches of time as I fly through this week. How about you? Talei xox

Enchanted Paris

2011-09-03T01:32:00.000+01:00

My top five reasons for loving Paris:

View from the Eiffel tour, looking towards Montmartre

1. Decadence - the opulent architecture, sweeping boulevards, stunning jardins and romantic bridges, - in some quarters of the city, its as though time has stood still. I love to take a slow stroll along the river, or better still - a leisurely boat cruise.

Hermes, Rue St Honore
(My favourite shade of orange)

2. Style - It's that air of effortless chic amongst the Parisiens. That je ne sais quoi. Riding bikes in floral-print-bell-bottom-one-pieces with sky-high heels? Quite normal. Meeting friends for coffee? More sky-high heels and a matching purse. I'm always impressed by the natural style of my french friends. How do they do it? *whispers* head down Rue du St Honore...all will be revealed.

Laduree, St Germain des Pres

3. Culinary Delights - Local delicacies, sweet smelling aromas to tantalise your taste buds. Cafes, tea shops, bakeries. Pain Chocolat, fresh baquette, macaroons... don't get me started on oeuf mayonaise and escargot. J'adore... You'll be tempted at every turn, go on - give in, just once.

Wander through 15kms of art in The Louvre...

4. Art - There are so many galleries, museums, - where to start? The Louvre, The D'Orsay, The Painters Market in Montmartre... enjoy!

My room with a view

5. Atmosphere - Its compelling, its exciting, its those joyful moments when discovering a new city, one whose beautiful language will seduce you in a heartbeart. You may feel sad when leaving but remember as Hemingway said 'Paris is a moveable feast.' Tonight, when I close my eyes to sleep, I will be transported back to the little balcony of my hotel room, in that small street in St Germain des Pres. Simply heavenly.

Photocredits via yours truly, these are taken off my iPhone. I snapped a lot on my SLR but am yet to download them, I shall post more of those images at a later date.

A/N: A few days in the city of love and I'm under its spell. So, what's in your diary for this weekend? Mine will be spent largely on writing projects, catching up with old friends, and if my energy levels are up on sunday - there's always the mayor's bike ride. C'est la vie. I hope you are all well, dear friends! Have a lovely weekend wherever you are in this beautiful global village of ours. Talei xox

Paris Bound

2011-08-29T13:38:00.050+01:00

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man,

then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you,

for Paris is a moveable feast.

- Ernest Hemingway

Photocredit via weheartit

A/N: Lord Byron famously said "If you ever tire of London, you tire of life." I doubt I'd tire of London but for me, Paris is another city whose soul calls to me, a spiritual home to add to a growing list of far flung destinations, only this one is less than 3 hours away. Tomorrow, I am off for a few days break. My Inner Muse is practically delirious with anticipation. I'm staying at a small boutique hotel in the backstreets of St-Germain-des-Pres, and its one where the wonderful Ernest Hemingway stayed too. Lets see if I can find his room. Ready to drink it all in? I hope so. Happy writing, dear friends - I shall be back at the end of this week... possibly feeling a little less drunk on life - but perhaps not. Soyez bon, mon lovelies!

Talei xox

Keep Calm and Curl Up with Bradley Cooper

2011-08-26T20:13:00.222+01:00

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I ended up where I needed to be - Douglas Adams

Could we possibly fit more drama into our lives? Probably. Hope not. This week, I've been firing on all cylinders...wait, does that sound weird? In my writing world, I've been busy with chapter rewrites, - how much can a girl edit? How long is a piece of string? And outside my window, in the larger universe, we've witnessed several jaw-dropping moments, some outstandingly great, others devastatingly awful. In case you've been hiding in your editing cave sans WiFi... here's a snippety snip-snip newsflash for you:

Revelling Rebels Take Tripoli

Dictators On The Run

East Coast Earthquake... say what?

The Iconic Steve Jobs stepped as CEO of the Apple tribe...

Devastating Hurricane Irene

Mr & Mrs Will Smith Split

Lady Gaga wears normal clothes...

And
in
Local News

A Rainy Friday

London

Deep exhalation, so much drama... Tonight, I'm unplugging the 24/7 news channels and closing the shutters. Candles are lit, cushions plumped, and I've snaffled a copy of 'Limitless' starring the dashing Bradley Cooper. I can't deny it, there may be much drooling in this little corner of London. This is where I need to be tonight, safely curled-up, foetal-like, on my sofa...in my happy place. How about you?

Shooting From The Hip

2011-08-22T14:01:00.000+01:00

"That's it, lean in close, cheek against the barrel, not too hard - you don't want it to take half your face off" he said.
"Okay..." carefully, I mimicked his early instructions, cheek against the barrel of the shotgun, weight on the right foot, -slightly forward, left hand on the trigger. Poised.
"Close your right eye, keep your left eye on the target...and when you're ready, let me know" he coughed into his tartan hanky, wiped his nose and scrunched it back into his vest "ready?"
"Ready" I said, though clearly, I wasn't.
"3,2,1...." he released the target "NOW follow the target...wait for it to hang...and hit it at 6'0'clock"
Breathing deeply, I scrunched my right eye shut, followed the target... up, up, up. I squeezed the trigger, hoping against all hope that I'd just hit the bloody thing. The butt of the shotgun pulled back into my left shoulder, and though padded I could feel bruises already forming under my skin. Big girls don't cry, so I didn't say anything.
"Oh, good shot -but you opened your right eye at the last moment..." he shook his head.
"Ah...well I tried" a nervous giggle caught in my throat.
"Yes, now I want to you to do that again and hit at least five more targets"
Five more targets? I bit my tongue. Could I do that?
"Ready?" he asked, wiping his brow with the tartan hanky.
"Ready" I said and lifted my shotgun.

A/N: My sojourn to the countryside flew by so quickly! There was much reading, writing and relaxing, and I even managed a little clay pigeon shooting, which I had to write about. The shooting coach was a funny little character with far too many medals to mention. As I listened to his excellent instruction, I thought -this pounding shotgun into my shoulder is a little like writing, its repetitive, it hurts, but the exhilaration of hitting a target far outweighed the pain. At least, thats what it feels like this week, how about you? And, yes, dear friends, I may be addicted.
Talei xox

A Little Less Conversation

2011-08-12T10:57:00.004+01:00

If you go into the woods today, you're in for a big surprise...

The red cape, essential for the woods

Yes, dear friends. I'm packing my little red hoodie and heading towards the english countryside for a wee break this evening. Little Miss Chatterbox will transcend into Little Miss Serenity. Outdoorsy activities, BBQs, Spa days, Writing, Reading, Napping, Sleeping... I promise to try my upmost at enjoying all of this, in golden silence. So, it'll be a little less conversation from me for a week and a lot more relaxation. Yes, I wish I could take you all with me!

I'm going there...

photo credits via tumblr

A/N: Hello Lovelies, we've witnessed some very surreal scenes in London this week, I couldn't begin to describe the emotional side of it. Things are calmer now and I'm happy to take time out for a few days, though there may not wifi or network coverage where I'm heading. Le sigh. I shall be back 22 August. Happy scribing, and where ever you live in on this beautiful planet, I wish you a safe and peaceful week. Talei xox

Much Ado About Dotting and Crossing

2011-08-08T17:47:00.000+01:00

"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." - Ernest Hemingway

Writing With Intentions

This is me...well, not really but figuratively speaking. I am buried beneath edits for my manuscript which I so long to finish. There is much ado, to do, for me, I'm dotting the i's and crossing the t's, reworking chapters, and making those awful decisions, -which ones to keep, which to delete? That was the question that plagued my mind over the weekend.

This weeks 'rogue' was my Chapter Nine, -I'd written a whole 'swag' of dialogue, which I was loathe to throwaway. Perhaps it was vanity or naivety, but I spent the best part of last night, rewriting scenes which I'd deleted earlier. Yes, Mr Hemingway, sir... there was much cursing, bleeding and cups of tea spilt. Now though, its a better fit. I love it when writing comes together that way. And I 'm pleased I kept it in. For now.

How's your writing project coming along? And do share any tips for editing, I will swap you - a martini for a tip...its fair.

photocredit: via weheartit

Doing It Milano Style

2011-08-05T16:22:00.000+01:00

There's something about being in a foreign city for the first time, that sense of adventure that comes with discovering new favourite places to eat, shop, drink in... Love, love, love it! Milano has one of the loveliest old quarters to stroll through, and I did that in the evenings. I'll be honest, the shopping is outrageous, as in luxury brands at each turn. One might go crazy deciding where to start... I lost my willpower in the Hermes store... can you ever have too many of their lovely scarves? I think not, dear friends. If you do visit, I recommend, - several cards, or a sugar daddy. Oh, and a personal driver, translator and shopping bag boy.

Aside from the shopping, there's the galleries, museums, incredible architecture. All good for your Inner Muse and I will be back, am sure. Here's a little photo montage from my Milano wanderings... along cobblestoned lanes.

Loving the vespas...oh and look there's Jimmy Choo!

My favourite colour...

As if you need a reason to buy...
I WANTED those boxes.

Hmm just keep walking....

Tempting... but keep walking... quickly
And don't look back

Beautiful shopping arcade...
Look carefully, the most luxurious
Golden Arches.

Prada that...
Fab shoes for men methinks.

Photos courtesy: Yours truly, apologies for the quality but these are taken from my iPhone...still I like them.

A/N: Happy Friday! I hope this week has been good to you. I'm a little under the weather this weekend. So it'll be a quiet detox, polishing chapters, BBQ if the sun plays nicely, and oh... drafting packing list. Yes, I'm that retentive. I'll be away at end of next week for some R&R in the deep dark woods. There may be clay pigeon shooting... Whats on your diary? Talei xox

Diving In

2011-08-01T16:10:00.004+01:00

It's a sizzling 27 degrees in London today, a trifle hot, shall we say?

I would rather be...

Swinging in this heavenly hammock

Reading my book

Feeling the ocean breeze

Rush over my skin

As I indulge

In a siesta

And sip coconut juice

Instead, I am...

Diving into edits of

My beloved manuscript

I could be a while...

Bombs away!

And DO

Watch out down below!

Photocredits via weheartit and tumblr

A/N: Hello from a very summery London, we are awash with picture perfect blue skies and the sun gods are indeed, smiling. What to do when its unbearably hot? Well, I've indulged in a swim and it felt luxurious, I did not want to leave the water. Deep sigh. This afternoon, I'm diving into the editing pool before a BBQ for my mothers birthday. How are your writing projects coming along? Talei xox

Friday's Fripperies

2011-07-29T22:52:00.004+01:00

Oh, Friday, how much do I love thee? This week has been incredibly busy, horrifying frenetic at times, and yes, that's a great sigh of relief you can hear. I know I've said it before but, like, seriously -these days are flying by, before long, we'll be singing 'deck the halls...' Right now though, grab a glass of pink champagne and come stroll along the beach with me, lets toast this week with five fripperies for the soul...

Come stroll with me...

Five for a Fabulous Friday...

1. Superb spa treatments on a friday afternoon...because after a hellish week, its a necessity and Honey, you are so worth it! Psst...they are great for catching up on sleep too.

2. Holidays...the anticipation of a summer holiday conjures up such wonderful imagery. I'm on the holiday hunt and I've been happily scrolling through Italian, French and now back to English websites. Needless to say, the search continues...

3. Family...living so far away from family, I rarely see them but today was an exception, and ignoring my mothers insatiable ability to 'chat' since her arrival, I'm actually enjoying having her visit. Yes, just 6 lovely weeks to go.... no, really...its fun.

4. Fish'n'chips or Chinese Five Spice Spring Rolls? I love Friday lunches! Hot, spicy and deliciously sinful food for the soul. Either of these two choices are perfectly partnered with a glass of pinot grigio.

5. Cocktails...of course, my lovelies, what else is needed to round off the day? *clink clink* Wishing you all a relaxing weekend. Sit back and enjoy...

Summer Haiku: Sweet Butterfly

2011-07-25T16:26:00.002+01:00

A warm breeze chases

Bees atop pretty roses

Sunday afternoon

A sun-kissed face sleeps

Peacefully on summers grass

Sweet butterfly stay

Photo courtesy via weheartit

A/N: Hello everyone, is it just me or are these days are complete blur of late? This weekend, I managed to edit 3 more chapters of my manuscript, plus I finished reading a novel which I started several months ago. Pretty sure, that productivity is worth two gold stars.

This week is especially busy, my dear mother arrives for summer, yes the remainder of the season. I'm looking forward to her visit, really...ahem, deep sigh. I'm thinking about asking her to read my manuscript too, that should knock her stockings off. May have to remove the 'love' scene though. Happy writing! Talei xox

Make It Sing - Finding Inspiration with Marie Claire

2011-07-22T11:30:00.004+01:00

It was our usual London evening, tropical grey, humid with intermittent rain showers throughout, but nothing could dampen my mood. I skipped through puddles, dodged tourists under dusty railway bridges and every so often, consulted my all-knowing-rain-splattered iPhone for directions. Yes, I'm a girl like that, sometimes I do check. I was heading somewhere pretty exciting, - the Marie Claire UK headquarters, for their ' How to Get Published' event, and a fine evening it was too. Kicking off with cocktails and nibbles, followed by inspirational talks by a panel of talented ladies in the publishing industry.

Women's fiction author, Lindsey Kelk spoke about her journey to publication; Charlotte More, Deputy Editor for Marie Claire inspired me with her talk about having a brilliant idea. Agent Rowan Lawton, of Piers Fraser & Dunlop generously gave us great tips on submissions; Kate Bradley, Commissioning Editor from Harper Collins provided wonderful insights as a publisher. Here are a few points that I found particularly inspiring:

"Keep pushing on finding the agents, until you find the right one for you." - Lindsey

"Who is the woman that wants to read that story?" - Charlotte

"Make it sing before you send it." - Rowan

"Never say never." -Kate

A/N: Have a wonderful weekend Lovelies! Lets hope our Sun Goddess returns to London soon. My plans? Hunting for that perfect holiday house, perusing local markets, and editing my manuscript. What's on your diary? Talei xox

Book Review: Craving Perfect

2011-07-18T15:21:00.000+01:00

How many of us have slogged it out at gym sessions, chasing that perfect body? It's hard work, all that sweat and tears, and it all comes down to our perceptions of what's acceptable as the perfect body. Personally, I think the ideal body, would be something in between Rosie Hunting-Whitely or Jessica Alba, but the reality is, genetics is a bitch sometimes. Yes, there's always surgery, but where's the challenge in that? What we should be doing is loving ourselves for who we are, and how we look, -we're all beautiful in our own skins. Methinks. Just being yourself, thats who people love. And, that is, in a nutshell at the core of ' Craving Perfect', a contemporary romance novel by the lovely Liz Fichera.

Grace Mills is just like the rest of us, her family life has its own dramas, she's seeking love for herself, and she wants that hot guy at the gym where she works out religiously. The only thing is, when the opportunity arises for her to have exactly what she wishes for, well, she finds herself in a dilemma. Grace's tale is a great reminder that sometimes, beautiful lives don't bring you happiness, and that the Adonis you seek, is standing right in front of you. Oh, and if you don't know what sopasillas are, you soon will, my friends! Do jump over to Goodreads for more reviews on Craving Perfect!

A/N:

Happy Monday all! It's a little crazy here right now. Do check out Liz's books. She has another fabulous book, Captive Spirits, which I will also review at a later date. This week, writing wise, I'm shuffling paragraphs, the deep dive edits continue. Have a lovely week! Talei xox

Author on Author Insults

2011-07-15T15:15:00.002+01:00

"A hyena that wrote poetry on tombs."

Friedrich Nietzsche on Dante Alighieri

"An idiot child screaming in a hospital."

H.G.Wells on George Bernard Shaw

"...like a large shaggy dog just unchained scouring the beaches of the world and baying at the moon." Robert Louis Stevenson on Walt Whitman

"Filth. Nothing but obscenities."

Joseph Conrad on D.H. Lawrence

"A village explainer. Excellent if you were in a village, but if you were not, not."

Gertrude Stein on Ezra Pound

Are there any authors in todays world who loathe each other with a vengeance, like, old style? You know, none of this 'your mother wears bloomers' business, more, -boxing gloves at the ready type stuff. Back in the day, people didn't hold back on opinions; nowadays everything seems so lovey-dovey fluffy-wuffy, so very PC. I stumbled across this gem courtesy via Flavorwire, it's the ' 30 Harshest Author on Author Insults In History', try not to spill your tea whilst reading these quotes.

Insults and jokes aside, -when reviewing or critiquing each others work, how honest are we? Do we really tell our friends the naked truth, or do we offer a watered down version of what we think they'd like to hear? I'd like to think people appreciate the good old fashioned truth, possibly not as harsh at these quotes, maybe a dash of fluffiness but at the core of it, - essentially the truth, good or not so good. Ahem, the latter comes with a box of tissues and a martini. How about you, how honest are your reviews and critiques?

A/N: Hello everyone! Hope your week is coming along swimmingly. Does everyone realise its mid-July already?! Flippety flip, this year is flying by. As promised, I can announce the lucky winner of my first ever contest - celebrating the paperback release of 'Who is Mr Satoshi?' The winner of the draw is: Laura Pepper! Congrats and please enjoy Mr Satoshi!

Whats on your diary for this weekend? Mine will largely be comprised of sleeping, relaxing, writing and perhaps a film at the local picture house. Nothing too strenuous is my motto. Have a lovely one wherever you are. Talei xox

Remind Me Again, Who is That Girl?

2011-07-11T16:21:00.004+01:00

Dreams are wonderful. In 2010, at 22 years old, Miss Bonita Norris was the youngest British female to climb Everest, and she's a great motivational speaker. Last Friday, I heard her speak about how she followed her dreams to conquer the worlds highest mountain, and it struck me that everything she said could be applied to my own personal writing aspirations. And, I'll be brutally honest, after 4 hours sleep, and an early flight from Milan, - listening wasn't at the forefront of my mind, however I found myself sitting upright and smiling. Sometimes, in the middle of your circus-like existence, you receive a push from the outside, reminding you about your own dreams. These points struck a chord with me, long after Bonita stopped speaking.

1. Inspiration. You must have find inspiration everyday, go out and look for it. Be inspired!
2. Goals. No matter how small they are, you must have goals and follow them.
3. Mentors. Find a mentor who has achieved what you are striving towards. I think for writers, -this one really resonated with me, we should all have mentors to help us along the journey.
4. Work hard. It's very simple, you must work hard each day! No excuses, you have to get out there and work.
5. Never ever stop believing in yourself! This is key, you cannot give up your belief in your ability to accomplish what you want. You can do it. Never, ever give up your dream!

Every journey begins with a single step,
but you'll never finish if you don't start.

photocredit via weheartit

A/N: Hello everyone, hope you're all well. This week is all about catching up, - on my writing, blogging, editing and shuffling chapters in my WIP. Who knows, I may reduce my Vampire hours and catch up on sleep. Yes, I can hear muffled giggling down the back... Have a lovely week! Talei xox

Celebrating the Paperback Release of 'Who is Mr Satoshi?'

2011-07-08T18:07:00.000+01:00

Jonathan Lee's debut novel ' Who is Mr Satoshi?' is now available in paperback! I read this lovely book last Autumn. In one sitting! Here's an excerpt of my review: "Central to the story is Foss, a talented photographer who has withdrawn from society; his creative juices in a state of limbo since the tragic loss of his wife. 'Who is Mr Satoshi?' draws Foss from the comforts of his broken down reclusive life in England, and thrusts him on a plane to Japan to help solve a mystery left by his own mothers death." The read more, jump here...

To celebrate the paperback release, I have one brand new copy of the book to giveaway to a lucky reader! All you have to do is answer the following 3 questions correctly to be entered into the draw, and leave a contact email address.

Contest Questions:
1. What is name of the famous fish market in Tokyo?
2. Which Japanese author wrote 'Never let me go'?
3. What is Japanese sake made from?

Contest is open: To everyone on this beautiful planet
Contest ends: Thursday 14 July - Midnight GMT and I will draw a winning name from the correct entries! The Winner will be contacted via email and announced on my blog next Friday! Now go to it! Let me know your answers and contact email address in the comments section.

A/N: I am back from Milan, which was hot and lovely and very busy. I shall write another post on Milan in the near future, meanwhile...London has welcomed me back with rain! This weekends plans, of course require sunshine, - a BBQ and picnic? Ever the optimist. Have a lovely time where ever you are! Whats on your diary this weekend? Talei xox

Short, Sweet & Flirty in Milan

2011-07-05T00:02:00.000+01:00

Buongiorno! My taxi driver beamed at me from across his seat. He was a happy chappy, full of vivre and a demon at the wheel. Brakes? Brakes are only used when elderly Italian mamas stroll out onto the road. I landed in Milan this afternoon and within two minutes of sitting in his cab, I wondered if I'd survive the trip to my hotel. I did. Just. And I'm glad I did because I learnt five important things within the first five hours of my trip.

1. Caldo = Hot in Italian (very useful for describing the weather and like...)
2. Volto perplesso = perplexed face (very useful for tweeting...)
3. Caffe alle ginsang = very sweet, short and tasty coffee (try it! )
4. Via della Spiga is the shopping street in Milan! Ahem...no explanation required.
5. Italians have the loveliest smiles! Oh, and for the record, -yes, all Italian men openly check you out...yes my dears, shameless but amusing all the same.

'il meglio delle migliori...'
the best of the best..

Photocredit via yours truly, snapped en route to supper tonight.

A/N: Happy Monday! I'm posting late but am on the fly today. Happy Birthday to my lovely friends in America, trust you all celebrated well! And have a splendid writerly week where ever you are on this beautiful planet. Ciao!
Talei xox

Gone Travelling

2011-07-02T01:33:00.000+01:00

It's been another busy week, and finally Saturday has arrived! I just want to let everyone know that I'll be travelling next week, in Milan, alas not for pleasure, but for work in a parallel universe. * deep le sigh * Rest assured though, I will hit the shops in my downtime. My Chief Muse and le pink netbook will accompany me, so I can keep up with my writing and blog where possible. Have a wonderful weekend! Talei xox

I want that hat box!

photocredits via tumblr

A Conversation with Fighter Writer JC Martin

2011-06-30T08:00:00.009+01:00

It was my pleasure to interview the lovely JC Martin, founding member of 'Stories for Sendai' Japan Fundraiser. I caught up with JC behind the scenes in a local London cafe, and we took a stroll along the famous river Thames and talked about writing, Kung-Fu, and living in a city that was far from both our home countries.

Fighter Writer, JC Martin

TL: Lovely to meet you JC! Let's start with your writing, what inspires you to write your chosen genre?
JC: And lovely to meet you too! I write Crime at the moment, and my inspiration? It's what I read the most of, -my current WIP is set around the London Olympics, its about several Greek inspired murders during the lead up to the Olympics.
TL: Is your main character male or female?
JC: Male and a detective, so there's going to be a bit around police procedures in the story.
TL: When did you realise that you wanted to pursue writing?
JC: As a kid I drew comics for my younger brother, I enjoyed writing at school, I liked stories and essays. And a few years ago I started writing fan fiction, -that's when I started thinking may be I should start pursuing it seriously.

TL: So you've written some fan fiction?
JC: Er...yeah, actually two pieces
TL: Okay, are you going to share that or...? (We both burst into laughter here)
JC: (hesitant) They're actually online, not that I'm terribly proud of it, because I posted my first draft... but I seem to have a small following so yup....
TL: I have to admit, I've followed a couple of fan fictions and they're entertaining!
(more laughter)

TL: Do you have any favourite Crime Authors?
JC: Richard Watanabe, I like his books, they're really dark but brilliantly done. And a couple of books by Boris Starling, my ideas are partly inspired by the way he writes. I do read Non Crime books as well!
TL: Do tell us!
JC: The Earth's Children Series by Jean Auel

TL: Any advice for new aspiring writers?
JC: (laughs) I'm still aspiring myself, so it would be, don't give up and have faith in your work, normally writers are their own biggest critics but sooner or later, you have to get your work out there.
TL: Your blog is called 'Fighter_Writer', can you tell us what inspired the title?
JC: Yeah, on my website actually there's an 'About Me' section. I like martial arts, reading, and writing, those are my three passions. I often touch on fighting and martial arts on my blog posts and its a bit of an oxymoron itself, they say the pen is mightier than the sword. So fighting and writing in a way...
TL: So is it Kung Fu, you teach?
JC: Wing Chun Kung Fu, it's what Bruce Lee started
TL: In Karate you have belts, in Kung Fu...?
JC: We have grades as well, and once you get your black belt, they're called degrees.
TL: So you're...?
JC: Second degree...
TL: OOH, thats good, so you can...?
JC: I like to think so...

TL: What are your writing highlights this year?
JC: Apart from that fact I'm nearly finished writing Oracle, my latest WIP...
TL: Word count?
JC: 77,000 and two more chapters to go! My highlight would be a couple of conferences, one in York, -the Festival of Writing. It was a brilliant, I'd definitely go back, and I submitted the first chapter of another work which was accepted to be read out 'live' to everyone.
TL: How exciting! (general squeeing from me)
JC: It was a bit like X-Factor, there were three agents and you read it out and they gave their comments at the end.

TL: Stories for Sendai is a fantastic fundraiser for Japan, what was your motivation?
JC: There was a massive earthquake in SE Asia a few years ago on New Years, it hit a lot of countries were affected and at that time I was at University and I wanted to help but as a student I felt powerless. This time around, it was still closer to home but I felt a bit more capable to help, I could do something about it.
TL: What were the key challenges with the submission process and did you have any particular criteria?
JC: We got 46 submissions, and the hardest part was picking the final 20. The main criteria was that they should be uplifting stories about survival, hope and the human spirit. In the beginning, the most work just getting the word out that submissions were open, trying to raise awareness and advertising.
TL: So the hardest part was more marketing and PR, raising awareness of what you were doing?
JC: I put it out on the blog, and set-up the 'Stories for Sendai' website. Its more time consuming now, leading up to publication, obviously with copy editing, reading, checking errors, formatting and getting the word out.
TL: And most enjoyable aspect of the project?
JC: I really enjoyed reading all the stories. I'd like to think we'll enjoy good sales.

TL: I have a few random girly questions for my girly blog...
Whats your favourite cocktail?
JC: I don't drink!
TL: (confused face) Favourite tea?
JC: Green Jasmine... wait tell a lie, I've a strawberry daiquiri once, I liked as it had little alcohol in it.
TL: Jimmy Choo or Louboutins? (we both fall about laughing again)
JC: I don't know, I think being into martials arts I'm not that girly, I just wear Next...
TL: Okay - favourite trainers?
JC: My Adidas at the moment, with the pink stripes - thats girly isn't it?
TL: Pink stripes? I love that!
Now, you're originally in Malaysia, living in London, -what do you miss about home?
JC: I miss my family and I miss the food
TL: Favourite Malaysian dish?
JC: A local dish from home town, chicken broth and noodles and theres only one shop that does it well
TL: (hopeful) In London?
JC: No. In my hometown.
TL: Are they any good Malaysian restaurants in London?
JC: In Chinatown, 'Kopitiam', translated it means Coffee Shop
TL: Favourite British Dish?
JC: Fish and Chips
TL: Favourite writing snack?
JC: Nutella, straight from the jar!

Thank you JC, lovely to meet you! Now, everyone - today is release date! Go buy your copy of Stories for Sendai from Amazon or Createspace. All proceeds go to these charities in Japan, -Global Giving, International Medical Corps and Save the Children. Also, there is a competition to celebrate the release of the anthology. Thank you for your support!

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the interview, it's alway good to meet fellow writers and hopefully I can keep on doing so. I'm in Milan next week for work, but will aim to post Monday and Friday. Happy weekend! Talei xox

Writing Dangerously in the Nude

2011-06-27T13:10:00.014+01:00

Have you ever stripped down before sitting at your desk to write? Yes, your underwear...and do hold onto your garters, I'm not handing out lap dances! I'm a terrible dancer. Let me explain... its hot here in London, and air-conditioning is largely a myth, unless you live at the Ritz...even then, I'm not sure its tolerated. In any case, this weekend I sat down and wrote. In my underwear. And let me tell you, due to the heat that evening, it wasn't so much liberating as a necessity. Did it make a difference? Well, ladies and gents, I finally finished my second draft of my current manuscript! So, it's a yes from me! And extra house points from my Muse. She's happily sipping martinis beside the pond right now.

Now, if you are hesitant to try this method yourself, remember, its practically an obligatory tradition amongst writers, -Victor Hugo did it, Hemingway too, and this may surprise you - so did the late great Miss Agatha Christie. So, my recommendation for unexpected heat waves? Strip down and sit down and get writing dangerously. You may just enjoy it! I secretly did...well, not so secret now. Just be careful to dash between windows if your shutters aren't closed...

Ruffles, essential for writing dangerously

photocredit via tumblr

A/N: Lets face it, if you're going to write in your underwear, make it something inspiring! Happy writing this week. It's still hot today, but apparently we are due thunderstorms - I LOVE thunderstorms!
Talei xox

Five Jollies for Friday

2011-06-24T17:37:00.001+01:00

Why am I exceedingly ecstatic today? Well, lets see - it's Friday, and I am a lady of leisure today * air punch, oh yes! * So, what to do? When time is my own, here's five of my favourite ways I like to get my jollies!

1. A Darn Good Sleep-in. Leave the shutters closed until midday, pull on an eyemask, and ignore the doorbell, when was the last time you did that? Lately I've been keeping the hours of a Vampire but I do like a good lazy lie-in on weekends, where possible. Must try harder.

2. Indulging the Creative Muse. For me, right now that's crafting my own manuscript, reading my blogging buddies books, shooting photos, or watching a good flick! I like to switch off and let the muse takeover...

3. Crimping and Pimping. After several hours (days-weeks) of hard work, I think one deserves a good pampering, so it's straight to the beauty spa, hair salon with you. Just do it. Or, have them come to you. Even better. It's the simple pleasures in life, I like to swim and steam myself silly.

4. Feed Your Body, Mind and Soul... I'm easily pleased, a Dim Sim lunch would be make my day. *chopsticks at the ready* Bring on the basket of little goodies, and the extra chilli sauce...

5. Canapes and Cocktails... Friday drinkies are always enjoyable and so much more with good friends and tantalising gossip, ahem... I mean, canapes. I love my drinks trolley and my name is not Betty Draper, although that lady often steals my look *mutters to self*

Now do share, how do you like to get your jollies?

A Glamourous Eyemask Essential for Snoozing!

photo courtesy via tumblr

A/N: Hello! Another topsy-turvy week and my 'to-do' list has evolved into something otherworldly. There's much to be done in the next few weeks. I'll be posting reviews and interviews for several lovely and talented authors. *loud applause* (for them, not me!) Also, continuing final chapter edits on my current manuscript. Have a lovely weekend all!
Talei xox

Eating for Art's Sake

2011-06-20T14:51:00.003+01:00

"Hunger is good discipline and you learn from it"

- Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

Does hunger feed your creative Muse? Famous artists starve whilst pursuing the dream, best-selling novelists write in their birthday suits, and fanatical climbers sleep in hammocks precariously secured to cliff-tops. All to satisfy their passion, that hunger which drives them to chase their dreams. Myself, I love good food and wine, I get glassy-eyed over a fabulous supper and dream about it for weeks afterwards and rave about to everyone who crosses my path. And, writing seems much-more-muchier on a full stomach. So, do we really need to starve for our art, and is hunger-induced prose infinitely better than the literary musings of a fully-lined belly?

I pondered this question whilst sitting in a cigar and whiskey bar, dining on oysters, the most sublime truffle burger, and champagne. I can unequivocally say that sometimes excess does improve the grey cells, and people are happier when indulging. And at the risk of watching my Inner Bohemian throw herself on the floor in a weeping mess, I'll admit something else... I love all things vintage but physical starvation for creative juices is not a belief I follow.

These days I think our artistic hunger comes from the deep recesses of our grey matter versus our bellies. I hanker to finish my book, I need to write every day, I must have coffee and hot chocolate...and if I don't have champagne - I will die. See, all these things are necessary evils in my publishing journey, and I am always hungry...and there's irony in this post. Once I do start writing, I can't stop... I forget to eat and drink, I forget where I am, who I am...and sometimes I even forget to dress.

How about you? Do you suffer for your creative Muse?

My Bohemian Muse...inconsolable in fire engine red.
She's so dramatic sometimes...

Photo courtesy via weheartit.

Confessions of a Wayward Writer

2011-06-17T21:10:00.003+01:00

Oh the life of a disciplined writer. Each day, we sit at our desks, writing, composing, crafting..and then its lunchtime. We always achieve our daily writing goals, 'high-five' each other, share tissues over rejections and toast our successes. Sounds wunderbar! But, lets be honest here, are we all really writing so diligently every day? Yes. No...well, confession time.

My dear Writing Goddess,

It's been a while since my last confession...sometimes when I'm writing, I get distracted and what I actually do is this...

1. Sit at my writing desk, stare cross-eyed at my latest WIP for the longest period of time. I sit without moving a limb, transfixed by the white screen and thousand word count. *blinks*

2. Gaze wistfully outside the window, conveniently located next to said writing desk. I watch the squirrels steal strawberries from hanging planters. I watch cats chase squirrels. I watch foxes chase cats who chase squirrels.

3. Open up as many Safari windows as possible. Facebook, Twitter, Hotmail, Gmail, Online Shopping...easily distracted, what are you talking about? I am writing.

4. Stalk My Favourites...I mean, I check out all my favourite follows on Twitter - oh yes. I do. * Cue Theme Music from Psycho Shower Scene * After Twitter, I hit Facebook and repeat the same action. And, then its Bloggers turn...see, this is a timely process.

Satisfied with stalking, its now mid-morning and ooh, coffee...anyone?

7. Tackle the most important decision of a writers day - what/where to have/for lunch? And, if I'm out for lunch, it gets dangerous, there are shops and I am weak...

8. Having satiated shopping needs, I return to staring at my WIP, composing several wonderful lines...it always feels good after that so I high-five myself, hit shuffle on my playlist and turn the volume up! And, if I ever over achieve my daily word count? Well, its time for a pony dance across the floor. Just before cocktail hour...

So, you see, dear Muse, I am in need of assistance. Please send PA-Secretary-Housekeeper-and supplies for at least two months, so I don't need to leave the house.

Yours forever,

Ms. A M Writing.
XOX

PS: And, dear Muse, you know this is all hypothetical, right? Good.

A.N: Please feel free to unburden your writing confessions here. I want to know, if you are always so diligent with your writing?
Have a wonderful weekend!
Talei xox

Little Miss Chatterbox Is Curious

2011-06-13T11:54:00.001+01:00

We spend hours online these days, reading, networking, shopping, writing, and yet we don't often comment back on stories. Is it our lifestyle being moulded by technology? What's acceptable these days when flitting through blogs at a great rate of knots? We can stumble across a gem of a story, with triple digit hits and maybe a handful of comments. Are we shy? *shakes head* No, we are not. So, what is it about a story that entices comments? Here's my top five reasons:

1. Connection - what you say will get you comments. I need to feel a connection, yes it's soppy but it's true. Chemistry in your writing makes me want to comment.

2. Humour me - I LOVE to laugh, it makes me smile, it gives me that warm happy feeling... and without hesitation, I shall comment!

3. Short and Sweet - I've got A LOT to say. I do. I really, really do. But sometimes, what's left unsaid is best. Sometimes if you waffle....people forget what you were trying to say.

4. A Little Visual Stimulation, if you please. No, don't strip off - unless of course, your genre and site requires this. Personally, I like the pretty pictures. Not every post but here and there - find the perfect balance.

5. Voice - Yes, darlings...even for blogging. Work that voice. Don't be the blog that sends people to sleep. That's what lullabies are for, non? If I love your voice, you could talk to me about the futures market on Himalayan Mountain Goat Droppings and I'd sit up straight. Pick stimulating topics, points of interest and in the words of that great Drag Queen RuPaul 'Werk it!'

A/N: If you enjoy what you read online, show the writer some love, even a couple of words will do. Go on, make a Chatterbox smile today. And, please do share your thoughts! What makes you hit the 'post comment' button?

Have a lovely week!

Talei x

The Sweetest Things

2011-06-11T00:15:00.001+01:00

It's been an incredibly busy week and I'm grateful that we have arrived at Friday. Fabulous. Frivolous. Friday. This week, my blog received the 'Irresistibly Sweet Award' from the lovely Ann of 'The Book Gatherer. *curtseys* Thank you, Ann! And, in the red envelope? Le rules on accepting this award, I must reveal seven sweets that I cannot resist. Sound the cream cornets! My top seven sweets, puddings, desserts, devilish delights are:

1. A sexy warm Chocolate Souffle...oozy, gooey...mmm, did I mention the chocolate?

2. The hotly contested (Kiwis v. Aussies over ownership) Pavlova... think enormous meringue, slathered in cream, lovingly covered in kiwifruit, strawberries and ooh, passionfruit...true love.

3. Desert Wine, 'stickies', a couple of my favourites, the St Leonards Semillon Late Harvest, and De Bortoli Noble One. Do indulge!

4. Coconut lollies, as made by my dear Mama. These treats are an old family favourite, rarely made as cooking is not my Mothers forte...trust me. She's terrible in the kitchen, and I mean that kindly. So, when she does make them, we do savour the moment...

5. Creme brulee...a favourite with all the supermodels! It's true. They gorge themselves and then go home and take laxatives...but hey, they have Ah-Mah-zing taste in dessert!

6. Chocolate Eclairs...need I say more?

7. Cactus Gelato...best enjoyed from a small vendor in the backstreets of Nice.

* I am passing this sweet award onto five lovely souls *

Mooderino @ Moody Writing

Lyn Kelley @ Lyn Kelley Random Acts of Writing

Baiba @ Baibas Blog

Kimberly Krey @ WriteGirl-Write Girl

Savannah @ Savannah Foxx

A/N: Hope you are all well and enjoying your Friday! Plans for this weekend? Relaxing, kicking back, writing, a birthday party and catching up with friends. How about you? Have a wonderful weekend where ever you are on this lovely planet!
Talei xox

Orange Wellies

2011-06-06T18:52:00.002+01:00

A pair of Veuve Clicquot wellies. That's all I could think about.... Bestie and I held a jug of Pimms, carefully balanced drinks on each arm and were navigating a rain-sodden path to our seats, when two ladies in black uniform, VC orange wellies and matching aprons strode by. Neigh, they practically skipped by in their super orange footwear. Flaunting their ability to run through the rain and mud without hinderance. Our eyes locked on the boots, and we both nodded approvingly. We want! If our hands and limbs weren't already handicapped by drinks and espadrille wedges, we may have tackled the ladies for a pair.

Yes, it rained at the Polo, it rained in the early afternoon, and all the way home, but it was a thoroughly enjoyable day, and I managed to snap a few frames during the matches. All I can say is, well done to all the players who got out there in the wet weather. Team Abu Dhabi was the overall winner, though Team New York may have won the hearts of a few spectators. Devils on horsebacks, thundering down sidelines, breaking mallets, all under the coverage of a grey-rain-sodden-afternoon. Call it dedication or madness, either way, it made me smile. We writers understand that crazed, hungry look, right?

Team New York v. Team Moscow

Yes, that is a hat to the left...

Stomping le divets

A/N: A fun day at the Polo in the park, London. These pictures don't quite do justice to the speed of the sport, it's really exhilarating to watch. Thundering horsemen, indeed. I definitely recommend it for a fun day out! Have a lovely week!
Talei xox

Ps: For those who are wondering what the devil 'wellies' are...check these boots out!

There Are Many Windows Open

2011-06-03T16:16:00.003+01:00

It's June already? Mid-way between Christmas, and...Christmas -so soon? I'd like a word with the train driver, we are travelling way too fast. Sliding doors are great but the past few days have been so blurred. If I'm honest, I have found flying in and out of windows easier, no time for doors! Here's a couple of lovely bits from my week in London.

Fashion for a good cause? Yes please. Tusk Trust's British Designers Charity Sale gave me reason to smile yesterday. I stumbled across sexy scarves ala animal prints, and my newest favourite hand candy, a stringray bracelet! Fabulous. Also, I picked up a fuschia pink dog collar for my hound. Pictures currently being negotiated...

A few of the lovely goodies

A Book Launch for An Indian Portia, Selected writings of Cornelia Sorabji (1866-1954) Cornelia Sorabji was the first Indian woman to practice law in Britain, and the first woman in the world to read law at Oxford. This book is a collection of selected writings by Cornelia, there are extracts from letters that she wrote home to her family. I was fortunate enough to hear several on Wednesday evening, one told of her attendance at Lord Tennyson's funeral, another,-a letter to a Viceroy in India, and one, of her interview with Gandhi. All very honest and quite delightful to read. I bought the book, of course.

Cornelia Sorabji, An Indian Portia

Devils on Horseback anyone? Polo in the Park is on this weekend in London, and if I'm very disciplined with my writing, I shall be popping along with friends and a picnic. It was exhilarating last year so I'm giddy with anticipation!

A/N: Well that's my week so far. I shall report back on the Polo next week! How's your week coming along? Talei x

A Frank and Fearless Kiss from Katie

2011-05-30T11:02:00.001+01:00

Did I mention I won a critique from Katie Fforde? Through the Authors for Japan fundraiser, I had the winning bid for a critique on the first 1000 words of a manuscript. Yes, Katie Fforde, the best selling British romance novelist, with a staggering 16 novels penned, and counting, she is a living legend! Was I over the moon? Ahem, hanging from the rafters, swinging from the chandeliers, dear friends.

When anyone else reads your work, what you want is an honest opinion, what works, what you need to improve on. It's not every day you get the opportunity for a great lady like Kate to read your work. What I got was a frank and fearless critique, which quite frankly, had me both excited and nervous. Of course, there was slapping of forehead in recognition of where I needed to improve, but it also left me grinning like a Cheshire cat, above all, it's spurred me on. Thank you Katie!

Editing is about improving our WIPs, making them the best that they can be. I'm reviewing the beginning of mine with this in mind. The beginning of your story is crucial because you need to set a little of the scene, and create enough interest to keep your reader...well, reading? In the first 1000 words of your story, do you have a hook? If not, how soon do you bring it in, and also do you think the genre you write dictates the timing of the hook?

Frivolous Friday: A Nod to Bea's Hat

2011-05-27T22:23:00.001+01:00

The Princess and the hat

Love it or hate it, Bea's fascinator, ahem...'ribbon pillarbox' has been auctioned off for the princely sum of £81k. And for a good cause, Unicef. Who says it isn't inspiring? I mean, really it was the talk of the town, the world over, it moved newspapers, magazines...people couldn't get enough of it! Why, Bea's hat even has it's own facebook page with 144,000 followers, and counting. Aside from the bridesmaid's derriere, which also has its own facebook page, it was the most tweeted topic on the Royal Wedding day. See, a frivolous hat is all you need to set tongues wagging and fingers tapping. Think what you like, the spaghetti-gaga-esque-toliet roll hat has provided funding for Unicef and Children in Crisis. Who's laughing now? Even before the auction, I thought it was fabulous, now I just adore it! How about you?

photocredit via riverthroughit

A/N: It's a very flighty Friday post, our beloved blogger is up to its usual tricks so I'm posting while I can. We have a long weekend here, I am excited. I was meant to be in Stockholm but...um, like, ran out of time to organise le ticket and I don't have a PA...yet, and of course that volcano has erupted once more. *Mutters to self* Anyhow, writing, and relaxing, are in order. Have a fabulous weekend, where ever you are on this beautiful planet.
Talei x

Yamamoto & The Cult of Beauty

2011-05-23T13:56:00.001+01:00

A gaudy peacock shower cap, one bar of V&A Lavender soap, and a tiny pot of lipgloss, housed in a miniature plastic pink tigerlily. My frivolous purchases on exiting the gift shop post exhibitions yesterday at the V & A Museum in London. After viewing Yoji Yamamoto's installation, what I really wanted was...his gorgeous emerald green winter coat, a fabulous full length black cape, and the most vibrant yellow hat. I say 'hat' but actually you could probably launch this 'piece' from the nearest port, its that big! If you're a lover fashion and a fan of all things Japanese, like myself...then, I recommend Yamamoto's exhibit. It's just the right size...not too much, not too little. An incredible artist, designer, filmmaker, philanthropist, and writer...did I mention his biography? 'My Dear Bomb', I'm on chapter one and the writing is quite beautiful.

Adjacent to Yamamoto's hall, is the the Cult of Beauty exhibition, which focuses on the Aesthetic Movement circa 1890-1900. I won't tell porkies here, I got lost. It's a little labyrinth of rooms where I felt the wistful gazes of beauties, frozen in time....their eyes followed as I wove through the ambling enthusiasts, searching for the exit. I felt sorry for the ladies, stuck on the walls, framed in gold, for eternity. Desperate for an escape... What I enjoyed in here? My favourites were the book cover designs. Oscar Wilde, Geoffrey Chaucer spring to mind. It's a large exhibition, if you are keen, I suggest you leave your pocket watch at home, you could be some time...

Well, that dear friends, was my artsy Sunday afternoon. Now, if you'll excuse me I need to christen the gaudy shower cap... £15 well spent? We shall see... How was your weekend?

Photocredit: Talei Loto

Tag You're It!

2011-05-20T15:45:00.009+01:00

This week, a game of tag has ensued throughout the writerly bloggersphere, Carol Kilgore of the famed Tiki Hut threw a coconut at my blog on Wednesday, and our own Golden Eagle swooped on me yesterday. I am honoured, and I do love to play. Game on! There are questions to be answered:

1. Do you think you're hot?
Um, like - yah, but no but... Is that a trick question? As if! *raises eyebrows, flicks hair, applies lip gloss* Can I borrow your hairbrush?

2. Upload a picture or wallpaper you're using at the moment.
Just a minute... *hastily closes semi-clothed demi-gods* I need to find a clean one that won't crash your PCs.

3. When was the last time you ate chicken meat?
Three Sundays ago, BBQ. Rosemary and garlic chicken thighs... yum! *licks lips*

4. The songs you listened to recently.
I've been listening to these gems, from my 'cruise' playlist...
Desert Rose - Sting
Ride wit' Me - Nelly
F***ken Perfect - Pink
A little less conversation - Elvis
Come away with me - Norah Jones

5. What were you thinking as you were doing this?
That I better get this done before someone else tags me! And, where am I going to find a clean screensaver at this hour of the night...

6. Do you have nicknames? What are they?
Yup. I had a few...Giraffe, Long Tall Sally, Bambi, Lamb...chop? This is embarrassing....there's others but I'll stop now. *mutters to self*

7. Tag eight blogger friends.
Liz Fichera
Shirley Wells
Talli Roland
Melissa
Melissa Marsh
Danette Baltzer
Jen Daiker
Francine Howarth

Who's listed as No.1? Liz - She's fab! She hikes in the desert and fights off rattlesnakes...wait, was that true?
Say Something about No.5. Melissa M - A lover of all things vintage.
How did you know No.3? Talli - She was one of my first followers on twitter and here!
How about No. 4? Melissa E - Wonderful and supportive writing buddy!
Leave a message for No.6. Danette - "More champagne, darling?"
Leave a lovey-dovey message for No.2. "It was a dark and stormy night...perfect for conoodling in front of the fire place, when suddenly...." Did I mention Shirley is a crime/mystery writer?
Do No.7 and No.8 have any similarities? Jen & Francine - They're both lovely ladies with a passion for writing.

A/N: It's been another eventful week, shall I ever catch my tail? This weekend, there will be a spot of fearless editing, training for a charity walk (ah yes), a birthday party, and hopefully I will get to check out a little of London's Festival of Britain at South Bank! What's on your diary? Have a wonderful weekend all! Talei x

Chaise Love

2011-05-16T13:21:00.000+01:00

'If you want more love, why don't you say so?" - John Mayer

Why do we always feel sorry for ourselves when we are sick? Poor, unloved soul. Yesterday, I lay incapacitated, on my favourite sofa, doing my best impersonation of a dying maiden. Yes, okay...very sick lady. Anyhow, it got me thinking about our literary heroines on chaise lounges and how they would easily expire if main love interest did not appear within the hour. Cue Emily Bronte's classic, 'Wuthering Heights'. Catherine has always annoyed me. Why? Because she married the wrong man, of course. It's ridiculous. And then, it occurred to me, in my drowsy state of cocktail induced meandering, that chaise lounges, beautiful they may be, are actually dangerous pieces of furniture for our historical heroines... alot can go wrong whilst reclining. A lady may be ravished, ...is that wrong? Perhaps...depends on who's doing the ravishing. She might die of thirst, waiting for tea...if she is so ill she cannot reach the bell to summon the staff. Also, Jane Austen's wallflowers have seen their fair share of chintz lounges, infinitely subjected to tedious card games or, god forbid...needlepoint. Fixed smiles, powdered bosoms, high bouffants. If I have to listen to another bleeding sonata.

In any case, dear friends, I did not expire on my sofa, in fact I managed a little of the ladies pursuits, such as reading an entire book, and writing. Alas, not letters. I'm excited to say, I sent off the opening 1000 words from my current WIP for a critique by a seriously uber author. *bounces up and down in seat* So, there you have it, occasionally, chaise lounges are useful for work. And, I've waffled long enough about my weekend. Now, do please tell me about yours?

A/N: For the record, I am feeling better. And, I've refrained from all alcoholic tonics today. Just. Have a lovely week everyone!
Talei xox

Movie Review: Pirates of the Caribbean, On Stranger Tides

2011-05-13T20:30:00.000+01:00

Last night, I skipped along the 'blue, red carpet' to see the London Premiere for Pirates of the Caribbean, On Stranger Tides. The carpet was an experience in itself, the media and PR machine at its finest, photo journalists with cameras flashing, stars striking poses, and adoring fans standing over each other just to get a glimpse. Did I mention the bodyguards, managers, and security in the background? In a word, entertaining. Circus. Love it!

On Stranger Tides, sees the return of Capt. Jack Sparrow (Johnny Depp) as the wittiest, wiliest, pirate on the high seas! And this time, its all about the teams. Team Blackbeard vs. Team Barbossa for the English King and Country vs. Team Espana for the Catholic Army. Capt. Sparrow, of course pledges no allegiance to any of the aforementioned teams. What's the contest, I hear you ask? The coveted prize? Well dear friends, the plot is firmly anchored around the quest for the fountain of youth. Oh yes, that old acorn. Throw into the mix, a sassy-female-pirate- previously-scorned-ex-lover of Sparrow(Penelope Cruz), toss in several god-ugly-badass Zombies, and Vampiric Mermaids with the most amazing fishtails, and as they say, 'let the games begin'! It's a roller coaster ride from start to finish, lots of acrobatic turns, twists but jolly good fun with splattering of pirate superstitions. I enjoyed the ride and judging but the six deep fanatical pirates screaming for their beloved Captain, am sure many others will love it too.

Photocredits via yours truly iPhone

A/N: Happy Friday the 13th! In a time honoured tradition, our beloved Blogger goblins wreaked havoc...something had to give, right? This week has been seriously busy, I'm focusing on my edits this weekend, as well as sending off critiques, and if I'm lucky, I can squeeze in an art show or two along the way. I hope so. What's on your diary this weekend?

Talei xox

Read What You Write - A Conversation With Betty

2011-05-09T14:27:00.000+01:00

Do I feel lucky? Oh yes. Yesterday, I met up with the delightful Betty Herbert, author of erotic fiction, and wise lady of the all things bedchamber related. I had 'won' a critique of a 'love scene' from Betty via the wonderful Authors for Japan fundraiser in March this year so I was excited when she offered to meet with me in London in the wilderness of St. James to run through my feebly attempted love scene. I felt like an ingenue being received into court of an experienced Duchess. She is that good. We discussed numerous topics, Sex, Filthy Books, Positions...oh wait, not really, well okay, kinda... And, then we talked about my chapter, and her feedback was invaluable, I blushed furiously whilst she flattered and then I took notes!

One thought stuck in mind whilst we talked and I want to share it with you. When writing amorous scenes, it's best to get comfortable with the subject, and the only way to do that is to confront it face on, read up on it! Figure out what you're going to call 'those bits' of anatomy. I know it's stating the obvious, but sometimes... you need that reminder. Read What You Write. So, at the end of our lovely discussion, I headed off in search of the filthiest books...all in aid of research and well, okay...who am I kidding, it could be useful in other areas of life. Who knows?

A/N: Sometimes, I feel bombarded with a wealth of online writing tips, so much that it leaves my head spinning ala spooky child from 'The Exorcist'. Tis hard to know who or what to listen to. Without doubt, the time spent with Betty yesterday was more valuable than me wading through many links. If you get the opportunity to meet with an experienced author, face to face - do it! I thoroughly recommend it. Happy Monday all, and have a wonderful week! Catch you on Friday.
Talei xox

Gold Stars for Your Writing

2011-05-06T23:28:00.002+01:00

Remember those dreaded End of Term School Reports? The ones you prayed against all things evil, would contain at least a couple of 'A' grades to take home to your mother? Please let Mrs E remember that I helped clean the blackboard last week, and oh, I knew the answer to that really, really, really difficult question about Brazil, I mean...come on, I rock at Geography! That's gotta be worth an A? Yup. Deluded.

A few nights ago as I shut down my beloved MAC, I thought to myself... mmm not bad on the writing today, I'd say an E for Effort, as in Excellent. I'd completed a chunk of edits, avoided twitter for at least thirty minutes, ignored Facebook for the entire day, it felt good. However, we all know that some days, you just can't get that Writing Muse out of bed. Witch. This week, I've decided to start grading my writing efforts, and dear friends - I insist you join in. Here's my A to F grading system for our school report, - this one is like an honesty box, only it's a report - but like, you get the picture right? Go ahead, grade yourself. How well did you write this week?

A. You exceeded your daily word count, revised and re-submitted at least 2 queries, drafted a new WIP, put a roast in the oven, dusted the piano and even had time to trim the herbaceous borders in the walled garden! Your Writing Muse has taken a vacation, you don't need her. You, dear friend -are an angel!

B. In between phone calls and emails to sort out the next family holiday, you have updated your top five list of agents and publishers, and researched all of their favourite brand of coffee, whiskey and chocolates. Recommend you increase your daily word count in the upcoming Summer term.

C. Your concentration span is aligned with the stars and planets, and in direct response to your caffeine intake, which can result in a performance as volatile as the Indian stock markets. You may want to consider yoga classes and start drinking decaf!

D. You are passionate! Your drive to write...is there; the execution, however needs tweaking. Recommend studying the habits of an 'A' grader for tips. (see A above). Extra stars for your fabulous dress sense though.

E. Excellent effort this week, you have managed your edits well, but need to 'kill a few more darlings', this will be hard but its a necessary evil. You. Can. Do. It!

F. Flippery afoot, must stop downloading iTunes, shopping for soft furnishings and searching for THE latest deals on Jimmy Choos. Suggest a writers weekend retreat to faraway island somewhere...warm...

So, tell me - how did you rate your writing efforts this week?

A/N: Good evening! I hope you've all have a lovely week. On the writing front, the editing is progressing, and I have to be honest, I've not been able to catch up on my blogging until now. This weekend, I'm working on critiques, in between birthday parties and shopping. What's that saying about work-life balance? Have a wonderful weekend all!

Talei xox

Awards Galore: Creative Blog, Versatile Blogger, & I Survived the A to Z Challenge!

2011-05-02T20:55:00.020+01:00

The A to Z Challenge provided much entertainment in April, and although it's over, I do miss having the easy prompt of the next letter for which to craft a post. Shall, we start it again, but in reverse? Ahem, perhaps not... During the challenge, five fabulous awards flew my way, which put a great big smile on my face!

Thank you, Dierda!

Thank you to Kieran,
Magpie and Melissa B!!

Thank you, Elizabeth

Now, the serious part... for there are strings attached to 'The Versatile Blogger Award'. I must reveal seven interesting facts about myself.... hmmm, well if you insist! Actually, if you are curious, you can pop down this rabbit hole here And, the best part of receiving? It's that warm fuzzy feeling you get, when sending the award on it's merry way to more lovely souls, not that I'm assuming my dark and troubled soul is lovely... I would like to pass the award to these fifteen champions of the blogging universe, whom I recently met via the A to Z Challenge:

Yvonne Lewis @ Welcome to My World of Poetry

Words Crafter @ The Rainy Day Wanderer

Nahno Mclein

Joss @ Dreaming of Publication

Sheri @ Writers Ally

Sarah Allen @ From Sarah, With Joy

The Book Gatherer

Baygirl32 @ That Girl From Around The Bay

Trevor Peck @ Love in the truth

Heather M. Gardner @ The waiting is the hardest part

Mooderino @ Moody Writing

Gail M. Baugniet

T.S. Henrik @ The Non Review

Rebecca Bradley @ Life in Clarity

Angela Felsted @ My Poetry and Prose Place

A/N: Ever have one of those days where you feel like you've fallen down a rabbit hole? Please nod, so that I'm not the only one... Today has been a little crazy, topsy-turvey doesn't cover it. Am still recovering from yesterdays editing marathon, I completed 50 pages, and pole vaulted through an entire novel last night. Reading until the wee hours... and my eyes are no longer speaking to me. How are your writing projects coming along?

Talei xox

Z is for Zen

2011-04-30T12:43:00.000+01:00

"Everything has its beauty but not everyone will see it"

- Confucius

"The quieter you become, the more you can hear."

-Lao Tzu

A/N: Z is for Zebra, Z is for Zoo, Z marks the 'Ze End' of an incredible blogging journey. For myself, it's been the equivalent of six months blogging all in the space of one month, which has left me sleepless at times but overall its been worth it. I'm taking my hat off to so many writers who do post daily on a normal basis. You are absolute stars! Also, I want to say a great big 'HELLO' to all the lovely new friends who I have met over this past month. I look forward to catching up with everyone, and thank you for your kind comments during the A to Z challenge. I am truly feeling Zen about it all. Have a wonderful weekend where ever you are on this beautiful planet.

Talei xox

PS: To enable the Zen-like focus required for editing my WIP, I will switch back to my normal blogging schedule of 2 days per week, starting next Monday. See you all soon!

Y is for Yeats

2011-04-29T09:04:00.000+01:00

"There a no strangers here, only friends you haven't yet met"

- W.B. Yeats

*Irish Poet and playwright * Irish Senator *

William Butler Yeats
1865-1939

* Nobel Prize Laureate *Hopeless Romantic *

Yeat's poetry has an ethereal quality about it, a sadness, a longing but you can always, always feel the depth of his love. It's almost within reach. One of my favourite of Yeat's Love Poems? I am partial to 'He Wishes for the Cloth of Heavens', - the last line of this poem sends shivers down my spine, 'tis awe inspiring. If I could pen a single line as beautiful as that, I would be happy.

He Wishes for the Cloth of Heavens

Had I the heavens embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet;

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

***

Photocredit via poetryconnections
Poem via thepoemhunter

A/N: Hello dear friends, London, nay - the entire Nation has a holiday, well except for my dear shopping delivery man who tell's me 'it's a normal working day for me." Technically, everyone, except Jolly Shopping Man, is celebrating the Prince Williams marriage to his dear lady, Kate. Whatever the reason, there is a 'Street Party' in my hood, and yes, all the fence railings are covered in bunting. I shall be preparing smoked salmon blinis and sipping champagne along with friends, just because... ahem, and can I just wish the Happy Bride and Groom a life filled with Yeats romantic prose? Yes, indeed. Here's hoping.
Talei xox

PS: I'm secretly hoping the Writhing Gown is indeed, Vintage Alexander McQueen...rumours are wild at this moment. Can I admit to watching for the fashion? I hear such and such is wearing.... *rubs hands excitedly* Wot?! I'm a lady who loves a good frock! Happy Friday!

X is for Xian

2011-04-28T12:48:00.000+01:00

The Generals, Qin's Terracotta Army

A few years ago, I travelled to Xian, mainland China, with two things on my mind. One, was to see Qin Shi Huang's, Terracotta Army; the other was to climb a nearby mountain. Qin Shi Huang was the First Emperor of China, and his army dates back to 210 BC. Old and dusty, my friends. Old and dusty. What I remember mostly about Xian is the dust, unbearable heat and a backstreet encounter with some mushroom dumplings which is another story on its own. Xian is an small city, developing, part old, part new, -all within its own fortified walls and gates, which I was informed, were still locked at night.

On the day we visited the tombs of Qin's Terracotta Army, it was incredibly hot, the sun's rays blinded myself and my two travelling companions as we stumbled out of the once-was-white mini-van, gathering our gear...you know, all that paraphernalia, small bags and cameras. We struggled whilst our ultra calm tour guide who barely broke a sweat, stood waiting on a nearby dirt path, chatting away with local stall holders. We had indeed arrived at the site of the famous 'Terracotta Warriors', but we would need to navigate our way through the surrounding crops of tourist markets to reach the front gates.

I stopped at the first set of stalls where rows of large coats of dark fur hung, suspended from rails, russet brown and black. I reached out, brushing my fingers along the softness of the pelts. "You want to buy?" An old wrinkled dude, brown raisin skin, almost toothless, leered at me. "What is it?" I asked. "Volf." Came the toothless reply. Slightly puzzled, I looked at our guide. "Volf? Does he mean Wolf?" Our guide laughed and leant in towards me. "He says 'Wolf' but actually it's dog. Like, Alsatian, yes?" He nodded at me before walking away. I released the doggy fur and waved off the stall holder. He wasn't to know that my first dog was an Alsatian called Reckless. There would be no sale today.

Photo credit: via friendlyplanet

A/N: I could rabbit on about Xian but in the interest of keeping the post short, I'll just say this - it's worth a visit, there is so much to explore nearby, the Terracotta Army is amazing, the dumplings too, and I will return because, 'due to adverse weather conditions', i.e fog, I couldn't climb the mountain, and it still calls to me.

W is for Writhing Gown

2011-04-27T14:15:00.001+01:00

Well, I swore black and blue that I wouldn't post about any wedding nonsense, I've secretly been hoping the darling couple would elope. Which couple? Oh, I think you know. *whispers* They probably wished they could too. Anyhow, today's post was intended to be 'W is for Writing', and then a few things happened in the past 24 hours.

1. I considered the probability that at least 500 other brilliant bloggers may already have 'W is for Writing', drafted, crafted, waiting patiently in their orderly queues.

2. A dear friend posted on my facebook wall... 'So, have you chosen a dress for THE Wedding yet?" Very tongue in cheek, she was. And, well that was it... a red rag to a bull. Could I post about the big 'W' event, and not sound hypocritical? Even with all my seething at the media-circus-souvenir-pimping-tat-for-sale-bunting-hunting-malarkey that's already gripping this nation? Cue teeth-grinding, and hit speed dial for my dentist.

3. I made my decision and the answer, my dear friends, is a resounding NO, I could not. Therefore, this post is not about a bleedin' wedding dress, it is in fact about ...

A 'Writhing' Gown, in which one can do what one wishes, wear and flounce about in it, on whatever occasion one chooses. It's perfect for sipping martinis, finishing the crossword, receiving the Postman, playing croquet with dear Grandma, and indeed running barefoot down the muddy driveway. Perhaps, you could wear it whilst crafting your next bestseller? Or, pull on over your riding boots, whatever you like, my dears... Writher with excitement in this beautiful gown, just because...

Photocredits via pinkmemo

V is for Vintage

2011-04-26T13:50:00.004+01:00

"I've no idea when I'm going to wear it, the girl replied calmly. I only knew that I had to have it. Once I tried it on, well... She shrugged. The dress claimed me." - Isabel Wolff ( A Vintage Affair)

"Fashion fades, only style remains the same." - Coco Chanel

Ever get the feeling that you were born in the wrong era? Yes, me too. Some days, I feel I belong in the 1950's, other days, -it's the 1920's...and I have a strong affinity to the French countryside circa 17th century, I can't explain it. I guess that would make me an antique, which is fine. All things vintage eventually become antique.

Vintage wine, clothing, cars, furnishings, - the list is endless. J'adore them all for many reasons, possibly due to the lack of quality in today's High Street stores and shopping malls, everything seems so... so, homogenised, so 'Made in China', or 'Recycled from rubber tires.' Do we dare to be different? I say, yes! Vintage conjours up so many evocative images of bygone eras. I always catch myself sighing at old furs, dresses, crocodile handbags, and don't get me started on personally stamped luggage. Oh, and hatboxes! Perfect for storing old letters. And, I often wonder about the lives and times that these wonderful pieces have endured, enjoyed... How about you? Are you a Vintage lover?

Photo courtesy: source via reqieme