Boredom isn’t my thing… Lately.

Actually I do recall being bored… I don’t like it. It’s a fed-up ‘let me out of this jail’ kind of feeling and I never came to terms with it. Maybe I should have honed in on it with the right mindfulness technique. Oh well, over with that one.

So why don’t I ever get bored in these past couple of years? I started to write more seriously. Yes, I’d always written, be it poetry or paragraphs or plot themes. Now it was becoming more substantial. I had a need to get published, and share what I write. Put it out there into the big world. And the best way, of course, online and independently. Welcome to the world of Indie Publishing – you will like it here and life will never be the same. So that put an end to any old strains of boredom that may have lurked menacingly on the horizon.

And now, with the sudden emergence of what they are calling Covid -19, I am finding myself working from home and also hardly leaving the house. A trip to the supermarket every few days brings new things to see, and the walk every 2 days is having significant advantages. I just made a mind map of my ‘Time Takers’- things I do which hold my time. Here it is.

Meditation routine – starts early each morning, then includes a Webinar at 6.30am, connecting with individuals or in groups on platforms like Zoom or Google Meet etc..ongoing throughout the day.

Uni work – currently studying a unit on Narratology in my post grad Cloud ‘Writing and Literature course. ‘ This keeps giving me fresh ideas on my second greatest love *WRITING.*

Writing – I write speculative fiction, poetry, dabble in crime/psychological fiction and the odd paranormal romance. Love it all. It’s not my full-time work so I’m a bit more low key on promotion on social media, but am part of several online writing groups and especially Black Hare Press which is full of interesting, unique, and ‘no flies on me’ writers. Love it!

That’s not all I do, but will hold it there as lunch is ready and this is getting a bit long and detailed. 😻

Out soon: Pre-release:

Rajastan Rocks

I’m here in India – Mount Abu Rajastan, doing my annual trip which is a time to get back to the real core me and tune into the deeper understanding of 1) Who am I? 2) What am I doing? and 3) Where am I going? (especially in 2020). Deep reflections indeed. Spiritual is necessary in these chaotic times. (Even if just to still the chaotic mind.) 💛

In the past 10 months I’ve had great success in getting my writing work published as well as branching out into other areas of Speculative Fiction that I may not have previously considered. A huge shout out to Black Hare Press for being an indie publisher with the strong ethic of encouraging and supporting emerging writers. 💜

So the year ahead looks fast, exciting and wrought with possibilities. However, I’m understanding the need for balance and even more, the required self discipline to keep the most important thing of all steady, stable and flourishing: My Inner State of Mind. Love to all. Some pics of Indian art at the meditation retreat I attend. 🐼

Rangoli artwork of a yogini
Powdered colours
Dining area lit up at night for Shiv Ratri
Wall mural art in dining area
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Catching Up

A quick post here seeing as I have been non-communicado for several months. My excuse is being busy, but that’s a tardy one. It’s usually about procrastination, but enough of that. I’m back. And regular, so here it is. My February 6th 2020 rant.

Today I am quite excited! A few reasons for this, and the main one being is that today, after I do some driving and work for 3 hours, I will sit myself down at one of my libraries (I visit 6 depending on my location on the day), and freely, easily and wholeheartedly write. Write, write and write! And I will endeavour to complete one Work in Progress. I have 2 WIPs – short stories and another to edit and 2 poems to be added to the edit list. So I will lap up 3 hours at the chosen library and seriously immerse myself in it. Can’t wait!

Have had work accepted in several anthologies of late. Take a look. Adios.

Month of NaNo

With good intentions in 2019 I took a dip into the NoNoWriMo aims and intentions. The plan was to ideally write 30,000 words, (not the 50,000 they suggest) but life had other plans so I ended up with a 2000 word story about power and control (see the Duchess Klara), several drabbles, (accepted into two anthologies to date & waiting to hear from several others). Other WIP includes a take on a famous fairy tale and a novella about a man who wants eternal youth.

These are some of the upcoming anthologies I have pieces in. 🔴 ❤ 🔴

Paying to Submit my work

Every so often a ripple of adrenaline courses through my newish writers brain and I start to get cracking in submitting a short story, a poem or some flash fiction to a greater- establishment-than-I for a chance to win some cash, or much more importantly, get my pen name spread far and wide.Then there’s the crunch, the not so hidden money factor. Wwwwhat?? You want me to pay $30 for the privilege of subscribing my work? Whaatttt?? You want my membership as well as the money? Maybe I empathise, it’s realistic enough if it’s a poor struggling to stay alive and thrive writers group. I might feel okay, comfortable with a $10 fee. Would I submit here anyway? Hmmmm. Maybe not.It’s a hard enough thing to our sense of dignity and resilience as a new writer to get snowballed with rejection after rejection. Okay, I hear the elders saying it will toughen you up and improve your work. However to have paid for the experience is not good. Reminds me of the time I paid a generous sum for the review from a fairly well-know literary establishment and in return was given a miserable paragraph of jumbo from someone who just really didn’t like the story. My sum did not entitle me to a second opinion either, which I felt was a poor show.So. Does anyone else have an ethical stance about paying for the privilege to submit?