Lazy Sunday.

It will come as no surprise that I have spent most of Day 2 of 2011, inbetween cooking meals, writing.

I've been writing more of my current fictional project. I'm enjoying it so much that I am in danger of getting too excited. Do you know what I mean? Have you experienced it too? It's a new genre for me, yet the same story I've been wanting to write from a different angle; I think it's working. Fingers crossed.

Strange isn't it that just by taking a look from another perspective something original can begin.

At the back of mind I am conscious that in just over 48 hours I will be getting into work mode, preparing my lists and tasks for January. I have already prepared an agenda for a coupe of meetings on Tuesday. I suppose you could say that this is writing also, but not the sort I love. However, I need work to provide a security in which I can relax and write what I want to.

To complete my lazy, enjoyable Sunday I have put the roast in the oven, my bath is run, the candles are flickering and the chilled wine is poured. So excuse me while I select a book to read, better still I shall take my notebook!

Thanks for reading me, (does this mean I'm sort of published?)I love you!
PP

This Saturday feels different:

Because it’s the first day of a New Year.Fresh thoughts on old dreams; maybe even new dreams.

The old calendar is taken down and replaced. This year we have a huge one with glossy monthly views of Brisbane, sent to us by a special friend who emigrated a year ago; one day we hope to visit - a new dream.

My 2010 diary is put away on the bookshelf, a smart new one goes in the handbag.365 blank pages ...

Today’s entry might be remembering yesterday, as we ended 2010 by driving down to the beach at Porthcurno. Thankfully no snow or ice but deep sand, cold winds and high waves climbing the surrounding cliffs.

On the way home we stopped to see the famous Christmas lights in the small Cornish village of Mousehole where many, many visitors descend. Yesterday was no exception.

The lights hang around the village and harbour walls. They are far better than the sample above, but I just wanted to send you greetings from Cornwall.

You cannot visit Mousehole, anytime of the year, without looking out at the rough seas beyond the harbour and remembering the many lives lost over the years; sobering thoughts before the popping of champagne on New Year’s Eve.

I've spent the first day of 2011 doing what I love best, writing. Editing and adding to the various ongoing projects which I hope I will be able to share soon.

I hope your day was happy too.

Until the next time,
Best New Year Wishes to you – PP.