Hello May & A New Posting Schedule

Happy May 1st! May is the best month, it’s Spring but warm, and has my birthdaaaay!

Ever since I’ve been little my birthday has always been a big event. I’m so lucky to have always had lovely presents and decorations, I absolutely LOVE ballooons! And I’ve carried this tradition into adulthood. We always take our birthday weeks off and I always plan lots of fun around my birthday, trying to have as many different celebrations with various friends as possible. Long story long, TODAY marks the start of my birthday week!

Yess… my birthday week is going to be 9 days long. My birthday is on the 5th so bang in the middle, and I’m so excited for all of our plans! Especially being able to spend time with some friends that I haven’t had a chance to yet due to rona. I’m a social butterfly but I’d forgotten how much energy being with others gives me. Hello extroverts! *waves*

But this is a lil post to shout out my new posting norms. For March and April I’ve been doing challenges that encourage me to write and post everyday! And although I’ve loved it and it’s given me loads of opportunity to practice writing and stick to a structure, I’ve found some other things have had to take a lil backseat, especially when work has been busy as well.

2021 is my year of balance and writing. Not writing and writing. So I want to be able to balance writing, and posting on my blog, with my other hobbies and commitments.

That’s why;

Number One: I’m gonna be taking a whole week break from my blog, you guessed it, my birthday week!

Number Two: I’m going to be posting less regularly in May. I’m not going to give myself a target or a day (sorry!), just a minimum of once a week.

I’m also going to be trying to take part in challenges and get more involved in the community, commenting and liking etc. This has also become low on the priorities in the last couple of weeks. I’ve just wanted to make sure I get my daily post done!

Hopefully this will give me time to start some longer term projects as well. I’ll never have a chance at publishing a book if I never write one…

So this isn’t goodbye, just see you soon. And, happy May! Hope every has a lovely week. I’ll see you when I’m twenty seven!

A to Z Challenge | U

I hope I don’t make the ending awwwwful… wish me luck! This week I’m writing a continuous story, check out my previous posts to enjoy the whole tale! (or scroll to the very bottom of this post)

The Words

“Uneath: In Old English something described as ēathe was something straightforward and easy. The opposite of ēathe was unēathe, something tricky or complex. It is from these words that the adjective uneath developed, to mean a difficult action or task. In diving, points are awarded according to the degree of difficulty of the dives – the more uneath the manoeuvre, the higher the score.”

“Upbraid: To upbraid someone is to severely scold and reproach them for their faults or behaviour. The Old English word upbrēdan, meaning to find fault, is the root, but generally people are upbraided on account of their actions. His wife upbraided him for his drinking and gambling habits.

“Uxorious: This is a rather curiously negative adjective in that uxorious means excessive devotion and sentimental attachment to one’s wife. It is, however, often used mildly disparagingly to describe somebody slavishly devoted and subservient through their doting. He had thoroughly uxorious opinions of his wife.

(from “1000 Words to Expand Your Vocabulary” by Joseph Piercy)

My Summertime Goddess | The Finale

When I woke, which was uneath and exhausting, I was no longer in her domain. I was somewhere dark, the death of summer. I upbraided myself for letting this happen, how could I have been so foolish?! But how would it have been possible not to have uxorious intentions towards my flower maiden. My flower maiden. My goddess. What a joke I was. I focused my gaze, tangling deep green vines entwined before me. I staggered to me feet and tried to ravel my way through them. I felt like the whole world was made of these green tentacles, ready to strangle me if they got bored. And yet I didn’t stop searching. I ended up in a clearing I didn’t know I was looking for. There were others there. Others I recognised. Other aforementioned fools that had paid tribute to the same succubus as me. Apparently this is where you ended up, so your life, your spirit, your soul, could continue to feed the woman I still saw as beauty. The woman I still loved but now saw completely. The woman I am forever connected to. So I warn you about that girl with the golden hair, the one that seems too good to be true. She cast a spell on me. She can cast a spell on you.


The Story So Far

Petit flowers, nimble in nature, swam through the waves of her light gold hair. She was the epitome of beauty and many wrote her paeans, hoping to win her favour. I was one of these fools, who approached her at an early summer festival. The day was covered in bright blue hope, and I had no knowledge of how my heart would be lost to perdition. I usually found contentment lurking in the penumbra of her entourage, the very outer circle, not close enough to learn her flaws, but the perfect proximity for falling recklessly in love. But today was the day I would break my own rules.

My daydreams that I were soon to act upon were, to be frank, quixotic. She was the quintessence of summer; warm, lovely, encouraging. Her skin was golden even in winter and her voice bathed us in fresh garden streams. I, on the other hand, had quiddities of a different nature. I was known as short and quiet but all round jovial. I did not belong in her collection of groupies, even in this outer orbit, and yet somehow I persisted. I knew that I would never have a chance with my summertime goddess, and yet every moon brought poetic dreams of her, and everyday excuses to socialise where I didn’t fit. It was as if a spell had been cast upon me…

And in a way it had, as it had on all the men that fell down her well of love. Even now the scent of summer flowers is redolent of her floral locks, somehow her spirit is redivivus in petals. But looking back I can also tell you of her rapacious desire for people, and the power they gave her. She was a socialite made of sherbet and fairy dust. Until you dared step beyond the boundary she gave you. Until you couldn’t contain your own desires. Once you made a move on the golden girl, you no longer came around, no longer welcome in any ring of her circle. We all assumed it was by choice, who would want to hang around rejected? But I would find out otherwise, as I was to be her next victim.

So I manoeuvred my way through the group of labyrinthine friends. Making pleasantries, laughing at the right jokes and knowing the right things to say, I was as slimy as a scaramouch. But it got me to the centre of the maze, the queen bee of our honeycomb heaven. Now what? I had to make sagacious choices if I wanted a chance. The delicate daisies in her hair soughed at my approach, they whispered to her, beckoning her around to gaze upon she who would disturb her grace. I wondered if she had ever before been approached by a woman of romantic intentions. It was not common in our time of youth, but not unheard of. Maybe I could be her first.

Or maybe I was too innocent to see. Of course I wouldn’t be her first female lover, I would be far from her first lover of any gender. My goddess let me approach, sunlight creating a red carpet for my entrance. I bowed low, truckling up to my queen. I began to recite the waterfall of words that I’d practiced so many times. Now the syllables cascaded from my mouth, a frothy mess. She took me anyway. To her tent, a huge teepee of luxury, I was titubant in her graceful shadow. Overwhelmed, with love and obsession and lust and desire. I needed, I craved, I yearned. And she gave. It was delicious, the juicy bite of apple. Until I swallowed the bite. It was over. The world shifted, a veil of tenebrosity dispelled all of the summer warmth. Satisfied, she sighed and floated from me. Leaving me weaker than I could ever describe. I reached out my hand towards her whimsy, she was shifting in and out of focus, I could do nothing as my heavy lids shut out the world to me.

A to Z Challenge | R

This week I’m writing a continuous story, check out my previous posts to enjoy the whole tale! (or scroll to the very bottom of this post)

The Words

“Rapacious: The practice of rapine is historically associated with outlaws such as pirates, and means stealing through force and violence. Rapacious derives from the Latin word rapere, meaning to seize, but is often related to the desires or needs that drive actions. Someone with a rapacious appetite is essentially just plain greedy. He had a rapacious appetite for fried food.”

“Redivivus: An adjective that describes a state of renewal or rebirth. Vivus is the Latin word for living, so with the addition of the prefix re (in Latin, meaning return) the word becomes reliving. Hebrew is a successful example of a redivivus language.

“Redolent: A melancholy word often used to describe nostalgic memories. Redolent, in the strictest sense, relates to smells and fragrances. The human sense of smell evokes memories, and redolent is often used to describe scents that bring forth recollections. The smell of freshly baked bread was always redolent of his grandmother’s kitchen.

(from “1000 Words to Expand Your Vocabulary” by Joseph Piercy)

My Summertime Goddess | Part 3

And in a way it had, as it had on all the men that fell down her well of love. Even now the scent of summer flowers is redolent of her floral locks, somehow her spirit is redivivus in petals. But looking back I can also tell you of her rapacious desire for people, and the power they gave her. She was a socialite made of sherbet and fairy dust. Until you dared step beyond the boundary she gave you. Until you couldn’t contain your own desires. Once you made a move on the golden girl, you no longer came around, no longer welcome in any ring of her circle. We all assumed it was by choice, who would want to hang around rejected? But I would find out otherwise, as I was to be her next victim.


The Story So Far

Petit flowers, nimble in nature, swam through the waves of her light gold hair. She was the epitome of beauty and many wrote her paeans, hoping to win her favour. I was one of these fools, who approached her at an early summer festival. The day was covered in bright blue hope, and I had no knowledge of how my heart would be lost to perdition. I usually found contentment lurking in the penumbra of her entourage, the very outer circle, not close enough to learn her flaws, but the perfect proximity for falling recklessly in love. But today was the day I would break my own rules.

My daydreams that I were soon to act upon were, to be frank, quixotic. She was the quintessence of summer; warm, lovely, encouraging. Her skin was golden even in winter and her voice bathed us in fresh garden streams. I, on the other hand, had quiddities of a different nature. I was known as short and quiet but all round jovial. I did not belong in her collection of groupies, even in this outer orbit, and yet somehow I persisted. I knew that I would never have a chance with my summertime goddess, and yet every moon brought poetic dreams of her, and everyday excuses to socialise where I didn’t fit. It was as if a spell had been cast upon me…

A to Z Challenge | Q

This week I’m writing a continuous story, check out my previous posts to enjoy the whole tale (or scroll to the very bottom of this post).

The Words

“Quixotic: Quixotic derives directly from Miguel de Cervantes’ (1547–1616) celebrated Renaissance novel Don Quixote. The hero of the novel is a foolish romantic, driven by rash but unattainable ideals. In English, quixotic is often used to describe plans or ideas that are unrealistic or overly imaginative and optimistic. His head is full of quixotic plans and ideas, none of which ever come to fruition.

“Quintessence: In medieval Latin quinta essentia meant the fifth essence. At the time, people still thought that the earth was made up of four elements – earth, air, fire and water – and that the stars and planets contained a fifth element, believing that if they could isolate this fifth essence they would be able to use it to cure all disease. Despite this theory finally being discounted, the word quintessence remains in the English language as meaning the purest essence of something. There is no doubt that Adolf Hitler was the quintessence of evil.

“Quiddity and Quirk: Quiddity dates back to the fourteenth century and means the essence or substance of something; it typifies what a thing is. From quiddity came quibble, meaning a trivial or small point, which arose to describe the trickier points argued over by sixteenth-century academics. Like quiddity, quirk also derives from the Latin pronoun quis, meaning who, and, also like quiddity, it can refer to a person’s unique eccentricities. The portrait painter managed to capture the quiddity of his subject.”

(from “1000 Words to Expand Your Vocabulary” by Joseph Piercy)

My Summertime Goddess | Part 2

My daydreams that I were soon to act upon were, to be frank, quixotic. She was the quintessence of summer; warm, lovely, encouraging. Her skin was golden even in winter and her voice bathed us in fresh garden streams. I, on the other hand, had quiddities of a different nature. I was known as short and quiet but all round jovial. I did not belong in her collection of groupies, even in this outer orbit, and yet somehow I persisted. I knew that I would never have a chance with my summertime goddess, and yet every moon brought poetic dreams of her, and everyday excuses to socialise where I didn’t fit. It was as if a spell had been cast upon me…


The Story So Far

Petit flowers, nimble in nature, swam through the waves of her light gold hair. She was the epitome of beauty and many wrote her paeans, hoping to win her favour. I was one of these fools, who approached her at an early summer festival. The day was covered in bright blue hope, and I had no knowledge of how my heart would be lost to perdition. I usually found contentment lurking in the penumbra of her entourage, the very outer circle, not close enough to learn her flaws, but the perfect proximity for falling recklessly in love. But today was the day I would break my own rules.

A to Z Challenge | P

Happy Monday fellow writers and A to Z’ers! I hope you’ve all had fab weekends. I spend my weekend mainly in the countryside, walking and cycling, and gracing a riverside tavern. I also write entries for two writing competitions! Creativity on fire.

I realised I wrote mainly poetry last week, so this week I am going to try and write a continuous short story, a new part each day. I hope I can keep it connected and use the words well, let’s see where this goes.

The Words

“Paean: A song, hymn or speech that praises the virtues of someone or something, a paean is written in honour of its subject. In Greek mythology, Paean was physician to the gods and the earliest musical paeans were hymns of praise and thanksgiving to Apollo who, according to Homer, on occasions took the guise of Paean. Originally sung at festivals, funerals or when marching into battle, over time a paean has come to mean some kind of tribute. There wasn’t a dry eye at the funeral when Tom read the paean he had written for his brother.”

“Penumbra: Although literally meaning a partial illumination, as in an eclipse, penumbra is also used to refer to something that covers, surrounds or obscures, e.g. a shroud, and also to a ‘grey area’ where things are not just black or white. Deriving from the Latin words paene, meaning almost, and umbra, which is shadow, penumbra is often used as a legal term to refer to an area within which distinction or resolution is difficult or uncertain. The defendant was advised that the verdict could go either way as this was a penumbra.

“Perdition: Originating from the Latin perdere, to destroy, the first known use of the word perdition was in the fourteenth century. It means utter destruction or eternal damnation. All sinners are condemned to perdition.

(from “1000 Words to Expand Your Vocabulary” by Joseph Piercy)

My Summertime Goddess | Part One

Petit flowers, nimble in nature, swam through the waves of her light gold hair. She was the epitome of beauty and many wrote her paeans, hoping to win her favour. I was one of these fools, who approached her at an early summer festival. The day was covered in bright blue hope, and I had no knowledge of how my heart would be lost to perdition. I usually found contentment lurking in the penumbra of her entourage, the very outer circle, not close enough to learn her flaws, but the perfect proximity for falling recklessly in love. But today was the day I would break my own rules.

A to Z Challenge | D (Plus a Bonus Bright Square Prompt)

The Words

“Daedal: Daedalus was the architect in Greek mythology who designed the labyrinth in Crete to house the beastly Minotaur. Daedalus in Latin and Greek means skilfully composed or constructed, hence anything daedal (or daedalean) is intricate, clever and complex. He opened the back of the computer and was confronted by a daedal mesh of wires and circuits.

“Deliquesce: Deliquesce means to dissolve or melt into liquid and is often used in botany to describe plants becoming rotten and turning to mush. Derived from the Latin deliquescere, meaning to be fluid, a more elegant and figurative use is to describe the act of slowly melting, fading or dissolving away. He lay roasting in the sun, deliquescing in the extreme heat.

“Delitescent: Something that is delitescent is hidden away, often furtively. The term is derived from the Latin verb delitescere, meaning to hide. It is the delitescent nature of the civil service that means Whitehall officials rarely address the media.”

(from “1000 Words to Expand Your Vocabulary” by Joseph Piercy)

I seem to be liking combining challenges and I saw this Squares Photo Challenge over on The Life of B. This weekend had been a lovely bright Easter weekend, so have a sun filled pic of me enjoying the rays, which I will use as a prompt for today’s writing as well. ☀️

Aiming for suave…
Pastel shades of sky deliquesced
Into each other they dissolved
Before she could witness them through squinting eyes
Already delitescent, shy to dusk lullabies

For bright sun stops glaring so early in spring
One moment it casts grey shadows
The next breath the world is tinged
With day’s end. Dreams begin.

There may be pattern and rhythm in cycle
Yet each component is complex, daedal, far fetched
Transpiring beauty, erratic contradicts tidal
Still I wait for summer as the assurance of the seasons are etched.

A to Z Challenge | Theme Reveal

Hey everyone! I’ve seen a couple of bloggers I follow sign up for the A to Z Challenge and I thought I would give it a go. The challenge runs throughout April in which you blog every day (except Sundays) letter by letter. E.g. 1st April will be A, 2nd will be B and so forth. Every blog has its own theme and will blog each letter accordingly.

Make sense so far? Yeah me too I think!

I’ve really enjoyed blogging each day in March using my challenge prompts to help me explore more forms of poetry and practice writing short stories and vignettes. So I’m ready to take on the A to Z April Challenge!

Without keeping you waiting a breath longer, I will reveal my theme…

Enhancing Vocabulary

Each day I will be choosing one to three words that start with the letter of the day, that I’m either unfamiliar with or that I haven’t used before. I’ll then write a short story, poem or vignette with those words included, so they will act as a prompt if you like. The purpose will be to build my vocabulary as a writer and be inspired by new words.

I have downloaded 1000 Words To Expand Your Vocabulary from my free trial of Kindle Unlimited and will probably take most words from there. I tried looking at online dictionaries but there were just too many words that were nonsensical or would have no use in our modern language so this book looks more useful.

I’m excited to try this challenge, creating my own writing prompts and learning new words as I go. Are you doing the A to Z challenge? I look forward to seeing what everyone comes up with, wish me luck!

March Writing Challenge | Day 12

I was inspired by Brendan E Byrne’s comment on my first Friday Fictioneers post to write a haibun. A haibun is a poem made up of prose and haikus. I found this and this article interesting when learning what one was and how to write one. I really enjoyed it, maybe even more than writing haikus! Let me know what you think of my first attempt, although I’m aware it’s quite short.

Find full details of the challenge here.


Centuries ago,
when the Moon was but crater,
and spring was summer,
and autumn and winter.

Birds were given wings,
now so beautiful in flight,
a gift from the Sun.

The clouds turned green.

Let loose with envy,
a torrent of angry rain,
the greatest lakes born.

The world was still young,
in emotion it flowed fast.
Reckless. Carefree. Whole.

March Writing Challenge | Day 7

Today I saw a new (to me) form of poetry on two blogs: Skeptics Kaddish and K. so I had to try it out for Day 7’s prompt! It’s called an octo. I wrote two as I wanted to practice but I think I like the first one best. What about you?

Find full details of the challenge here.


Spring Waits For Me

Fresh dewy morning waits for me
Bird song louder than yesterday
Cherry blossom sweet as honey
I venture to my balcony
Bluebells, tulips, puschkinia
Cherry blossom sweet as honey
Bird song louder than yesterday
Fresh dewy morning waits for me

Fairy Lullabies

Wind whistling gently through trees
Birds singing fairy lullabies
Bees buzzing enjoying the scene
Rustling grass, whispering flowers
Sweet pollen, sweet nectar, sweet scents
Bees buzzing enjoying the scene
Birds singing fairy lullabies
Wind whistling gently through trees