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Treasure your friendships!

I have been full of excitement recently due to setting up my blog site and writing frantically! My head has been buzzing with ideas and I want to share them with just about anyone of my friends who will listen. This said I think I’m in danger of boring them silly – “over kill” I think they call it! I was having lunch with a very good friend of mine she made the fatal mistake of asking me how I was doing, and that was all it took – I was off the starting block and sprinting! When I eventually came up for air she looked exhausted, it occurred to me right there and then that I had had the same affect on everyone recently! Accept of course my daughter because she is only 2yrs and 8 months old, don’t get me wrong if she was able to understand fully what I was talking about she too would be a target for my excitement. I am so passionate about my writing I love to hear my fingers tapping away on my keyboard, I love to see the next page scroll up into view once you have completed the former, but I must remember my friends and family don’t need to hear all my inner thoughts! This said they have been very willing participants and I ask my self why? The reason I conclude is this, pure love and friendship… you can’t buy this off a shelf in Tesco’s! So if your luckily enough to have this then it must be treasured as it is priceless.

The beauty of all this is my lovely friends and family have been there all the way, listening, advising, and encouraging me in all that I do. The importance of surrounding your self with good people who genuinely care about you is tantamount to your future success I believe. Sometimes you just need to talk things through with someone, sound out ideas with them, receive their feedback and generally just knowing they are there for you whether things are going well for you or not.

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A sneak preview of my book! (enjoy)

A childhood lost (Ameila’s story)

I did not know what it was like to live without fear, or to wake up in the morning with my mother in the kitchen getting breakfast ready.  I woke up each morning to closed curtains, mother still in bed drunk from the night before (nursing a bad head ache). On days like these Jake and I awoke to our bedroom doors unlocked and can only assume she thought to unlock them in advance of her drunken spree whilst we were already asleep. We had to get our own breakfast every day (ready break and cornflakes were a favourite I recall)!  During the winter we would favour porridge, but there was no microwave back then so we would have to make do with cold milk if Mother was unable to get out of bed. I could not reach the cupboards so I would stand on a chair and climb onto the high kitchen Top! After feeding and dressing ourselves, we would go out the front of the house and play with the other children.  More often than not it would be near 1 o’clock in the afternoon before our mother surfaced, and always in a bad mood, shouting and screaming because we had left a mess in the kitchen. After she had berated us to the point of bringing us to tear’s, Mother would then throw us out of the house and shout further abuse at us, in front of the other children.  We would not be allowed back into the house until dark, but this suited both Jake and I.

During the hot summer days, we would play with the older children from our square, and often all head down to the wide river, with over hanging trees.  The other kids had been going to the river long before Jake and I, and had made a make shift swing out of an old tyre and a bit of rope (we thought this was the best thing ever)!  We spent whole days hanging onto the swing and would jump off into the deep river below without any fear at all!  Those days away from our mother were good days…and earned a place in my memory bank for the future which was pretty empty. We also spent many summer days scrumping in an old orchard attached to an old ruin near Madeley School the orchard was well stocked with damson trees, pear trees apple trees, and plum trees, and many blackberry bushes. We would be armed with old Carrefour plastic bags – lots of them – and all would eventually be filled with fruit until they were bursting … forgetting we would have to carry them all the way home!  Jake and I would climb to the top of the trees teasing each other – seeing who could climb the fastest, and there were many times when we would slip and fall, but this did not stop us we would get straight back up onto our feet and with in seconds we would be at the top of the tree again!  In the grounds of the old ruin there was a sundial several hundred years old – I remember this so well because I was transfixed by it as a child, thinking it was beautiful.  Just outside the front of the old ruin was a small lake which we used to skim stones into We would hold competitions to see who could skim the furthest!

I believe this old ruin has now been made into a luxury hotel. However in those days this beautiful old building with large over grown gardens was our place – Jake and Amelia’s secret place faraway from the clutches of our evil mother.  At the end of the day we would carry our bulging bags all the way home in the hope to please our mother, and on these occasions even for just a little while she would smile accept the fruit and start baking apple pies, blackberry pies, and plum pies.  They were delicious – our mother was a great cook and produced great wholesome food and when she was on form She could be quite pleasant during her more peaceful periods … but it never lasted.  Not ever.

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Step away from your computer!

Or in my case the laptop…

I have been so wrapped up in my writing recently that anyone even attempting to drag me away (stealing my precious time!) from my computer is currently met with a grunt of sorts, however with a lot of coercing from my hubby and friends they managed to drag me (mildly protesting) at this invasion of my time for lunch!  Yes that’s right I said lunch, not to the end of the world for an unlimited amount of time, not to the Amazon jungle where I could possibly get lost for years, JUST LUNCH. “You will feel refreshed” they said “it will be good for you” pipes up my hubby, and do you know what they were absolutely right.

The need to step away from your writing from time to time to regroup and press that
refresh button in your head is almost as important as writing the book itself.  I was more than grateful to everyone for encouraging me out (of Dawns world) to a lovely lunch with friends and family!  This cleared my head, talking and thinking about other things was very good for me.  Once I arrived home my head felt so much clearer and later on when my princess was settled I was able to look at my work with totally fresh eyes.  This can only be a good thing.

I spent three hours last evening going over a lot of much needed research, this has brought me to a rather difficult part of my book, and I asked myself how would I write this part?  What is the best way to explain this particular part?  My head felt cloudy as I had not had a proper break from my book in quite a while, every spare moment was assigned to writing or research. I had forgotten the importance of taking a break! Hence today’s headline: step away from your computer, (for just a while) this I now
appreciate! This I have found makes me write much better and with a clearer head.

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Time is precious…

Time is so precious we should never take it for granted as it passes by so very quickly
(almost at the speed of light it feels these days?) I get but a precious few
hours late into the evening to do my research, I write as many lines as humanly
possible. I was asked the other day when do you expect to finish your books? I
replied when time allows! I was very honest with my reply as I have asked
myself this question often recently whilst tapping away into the early hours…

The benefit of writing your first novel/autobiography is that you are not tied into
a contract which has time restraints on you. You are free to write your book at
your own pace taking the time to go over it as many times as you like. The
downside of being un-published of course is the eventual fear that you may
never get your prized work published? This I know all writers think about at
some point during there first novel which gives me some comfort. This I remind
myself when I am thinking a long those lines – is part of my whole writing experience
(trials and tribulations!) So I say to myself “stay focused Dawn don’t
loose sight of what your doing”.

Tonight is not a writing night but a research night before I can continue
with my autobiography, I have a folder 2 inches thick to read tonight this is a
tall order so I envisage working into the small hours! I shall sit down on my
comfy sofa with a tall G/T (helps enormously) and soak up all the information
important for my books continuation. So my headline today (time is precious?)
some may say why? and I would reply “Once time has passed its gone
forever”. So making the most of every last minute is essential to fulfil
my dream of one day becoming a published author. Good night all…

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My life was put into perspective today!

My life was put into perspective today, while I was catching up with my emails my princess turned to me and said  “Mummy I need wee wee can you lift my dress up” I looked at her ever so serious faced but with a smile, then she said ” I’m waiting mummy” I promptly closed down my laptop and attended to her immediately!! Children keep you grounded when you start running away with your self and thank goodness too.

I like to think of myself as an intelligent women that I can figure most things out and follow straight forward instructions? Mmm well since setting up my blog I have entered a mind field of technology which may as well be in a foreign language! So I drafted in my brother-in-law to help me he is so technology savvy he made it look so simple I almost felt embarrassed – and whilst I’m on the subject of family I have also drafted in my Husband as my editor, I write, he edits.. It certainly beats paying an editor £££s to do it for you! However the down side of having a free editor on board is that you are constantly reminded of your grammatical errors on a regular basis! And during my excitement to pen my story I have to admit to making a few…

… but I am sure I’m not alone in this? I do get very carried away the more excited I get the faster I type and the more errors appear! But these are just details which can be corrected anytime, my memory however cannot!  Hence when I need to write, I have to write incase my memory fails me which it often does, yes I should write my thoughts down more often, (very difficult when your in the park with your child or supervising a play date!) My final thought goes to all those who have been affected by the earth quake in America today. Well I will sign off for the day now good night and sleep well.

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Why do I write?

I am a lover of stories truth or fiction, ever since I can remember I have been reading/writing. When I was nine years old I started writing poems and short stories I used to have a thick lined journal type book which I wrote in, but sadly along the way this was lost? To live my life without books, without reading, would not be a full and complete life at all – this is  who I am. I have been inspired by many people and there stories…from the people in my life to inspirational authors that have made me look at my own writing in different ways. I can only hope one day my own story will inspire others to follow their dreams, that nothing is out of reach if you want it badly enough (this is what I tell myself often!) Dont get me wrong there are days when I don’t pen a word, I have days when I am distracted like last night for instance there was breaking news reported by sky news re: uprising in Libya? I was transfixed… I could not take my eyes of the television as history was being made before my eyes. I have spent  today supervising my Lilliah’s play date, washing and all the other mummy duties on my ever growing list! Lilliah is sleeping now, I’m in my time now so unlike last night I will use it wisely as its so precious I have but a few hours a night to transport myself into my book and bring myself ever closer to the finish line. I know I will see light at the end of the tunnel eventually. Good night world.

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A good day!

I was awakened this morning with my little princess whispering ” wake up mummy wake up love you mummy”.  I cannot think of a better way to wake up on a lovely sunday morning! My eyes were heavy from writing into the early hours, the sun was shining outside and I was being dragged out of bed!  Lilliah has gone to her grandmas for the afternoon, which has given me a lot of time to tweak my website and get stuck into my book, I have found that I am constantly going over pages that I have written, changing something here and there.  In fact quite obsessively, note to self: (worry about the details later). Ive done well today and feeling rather chuffed with myself!  Although I am yet to get out of my pyjamas … this is the thing you see once I get stuck in I forget the time of day literally, I forgot to make myself some lunch? I forgot to phone my brother (long over due) I barely hear the phone when it rings?  I’m just transported into another world removed from this one. This is why I do all my writing late into the night when my beautiful daughter is fast asleep so I can concentrate fully on my writing and again be transported!  I am signing off for the day now as I have a girly date with my freind’s at 7pm for a good old fashion gossip and catch up! (again this has been long over due)

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