Monday, 29 August 2011

Paris Bound


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


Friday, 26 August 2011

Keep Calm and Curl Up with Bradley Cooper

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
in
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?








Monday, 22 August 2011

Shooting From The Hip

"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

Friday, 12 August 2011

A Little Less Conversation


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





Monday, 8 August 2011

Much Ado About Dotting and Crossing

"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

Friday, 5 August 2011

Doing It Milano Style

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




Monday, 1 August 2011

Diving In

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