Monday, 31 October 2011

HELLO Ween

Halloween or All Hallows eve; the day before All Saints' day followed by All Souls' day.

Associated with costumes of witches, devils, ghosts and all things scary; trick or treating; apple bobbing, and the good old pumpkin.

What do you do with a pumpkin this big? I guess it's like the Christmas turkey that you eat into New Year.



Before.



And after.
A fabulous creation by Ray Villafane.









Sunday, 30 October 2011

HELLO HAPPY BIRTHDAY!




Bookworm Bites Back is 1 years old today!
That went quickly.

I started off just posting my short story fiction and then added Hello ramblings this August. I've enjoyed doing both and will continue posting them.

So, how will I be marking the anniversary of Bookworm Bites Back? Well, it's Sunday GMT, and the clocks go back an hour. 

That calls for extra sleep time.

As for the blog, I think I'll start a Bookworm Library and share the books I have read in my next blog year. That'll tie in with the first anniversary being paper (for weddings anyway). I will, however, be including Kindle books.

Keeping a blog and following blogs has been an adventure; showcasing my fiction and thoughts; dipping into the lives of others; offering advice or just reading; discovering new things/ideas. 

Blogs are like windows.
We all like to be nosey.


Thank you all for following Bookworm Bites Back. 
Here's to the next year. 

CHEERS!

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

HELLO Nanu Nanu

IT'S ONE WEEK TILL NANO!

By the way, I've not misspelt NaNo in the title. NaNo just reminded me of Mork and Mindy, starring Robin Williams as Mork from Ork.


He had that strange hand salute when he delivered his greetings of nanu nanu; Orkan for hello.

The planning stage seems to have gone okay this month. I think I know what I'm going to write, and then ideas come to mind to make me revise my notes or add more elements.



The hardest aspect, so far, is not being able to start writing till 1st Nov (1/11/11).

Nanu nanu! They're interesting numbers. Some believe these and other double numbers signify an 'awakening' or a 'doorway.' Hmm. Curious. Another post for that, I think.

Anyway. My NaNo novel is called The Junk Room (it could look like this), and is a supernatural story for YA's. I will post the synopsis soon.



Sunday, 16 October 2011

HELLO Wish You Were Here

Wow! I can't believe it. What a wonderful surprise.


I left my blog unread for nearly two days, due to this lovely fellow. Am better now, so decided to log on. What did I see? Well, I've a short story published in Postcard Shorts.

Have a read here.

How could I have forgotten about this? I submitted it about a month ago and with initial excitement, regularly checked the email for a response. I didn't get one, but noticed their web address on the 'traffic source.' I'll definitely submit again after NaNo.

Thanks Old Kitty, whose blog I read about this fun idea. Have a go. It's harder than you think.

Tuesday, 11 October 2011

FOOD FOR THOUGHT


I really should have known that something was seriously wrong when the food started communicating with me. And I listened.

Flat 17, Elderberry Way was my first property purchase; something I’d dreamt about for a long time, never really thinking that it would happen. Not this soon anyway. My plan was to save, save, save. That I did. The five year plan to buy a flat was a year in when spur of the moment, I bought a euro lottery ticket and won. Unbelievable. I don’t know what made me get one, because I only ever bought one on my birthday. I never did want to be sucked into that, must-buy-a-ticket-every-week-with-the-same-numbers-just-in-case-the-numbers-came-up, sort of thing. The lottery is random; I just got lucky.

The flat was a few years old. I remember walking passed the plot during its construction, visualising myself at home there; preparing my single meals from scratch, wandering out to the sunny balcony for fresh basil that I’d grown from seed-one of many herbs in my little sanctuary.

I was glad people had occupied it before me. At least any problems with the building would be ironed out in the early days, and as I was led to believe, the building would settle in its foundations.

Week three, in Flat 17, was the first time I recall the beginning of the end. 

I’d taken a week off work to redecorate. I chose to wallpaper throughout, apart from the bathroom and the kitchen that I left; I was happy with the colour schemes of apple white and mellow yellow in the respective rooms. Some people found papering hard work but I found it therapeutic; all that ripping and scrapping off the paper, like peeling the skin off the flat's face; literally giving it a makeover. I was updating its look, I guessed.

At lunchtime I was passed hunger, due to the fact that a wall can never be left unfinished. In my mind, to stop papering mid-wall, well, it was sacrilege. I went into the kitchen to make a cheese, ham and rocket sandwich, only to realise, when I opened the fridge, I’d eaten the last of the slices the day before. What to do? I plumped for jam on toast, a favourite snack.  As I waited for the toaster to do its thing, I got out the new butter from the fridge and peeled back the paper liner from the spread, and loaded the knife ready. I looked back at the paper liner at the words I missed on previous occasions. It read: Change is good. Never look back. Nice message, but what did that have to do with butter? How quire? Whose idea was it to put a random message in the food?

I checked the last tub that was on the side, ready to be washed prior to disposal in the recycling bin. This one was different. It read: Use a spoon. What? Use a spoon. What? Instead of a knife? Well it would make spreading it interesting.

The timely ejection of the toast stopped me from pondering too long about the odd messages. I smeared the butter with the knife, and then unscrewed the raspberry jam, putting a dollop on each of the two slices. The lid rattled briefly on the counterpane in my haste to damper by stomach pangs.

What was going on? I munched away on the toast and read what was written on the lid: Duck and dive to stay alive.  Was I missing something? What was the connection? There were other lids that I used as saucers underneath the small plant pots. I collected them all from the kitchen and bathroom window sills and lined them up. They were all the same brand; I never bought any other after discovering that one.

There were twelve lids but only five, probably the newer ones, had a message. I read each one, and then assembled them into something legible. Use a spoon; Keep it safe; Use a spoon; Reflect. It looks back; Change is good. Never look back; Duck and dive to stay alive; Home sweet home?

Two different products were saying to use a spoon so I got one out of the draw. I looked at the spoon, still intrigued by the messages and their potential meaning. Concave or convex; both reflected. They reflected what was behind me. I froze. What was I to do? Look back? I daren’t now that the food had spoken. Never look back. So I used the spoon, as I was instructed, and saw something reflected in it. The convex reflected things the correct way and the concave the opposite. This always fascinated me as a child, but today, fascination, well, it was here in droves. I hoped my imagination was making fun of me today.

In the spoon was something shining back at me but it wasn’t clear. It moved as I moved the spoon, it flipped and righted itself as I turned the spoon 360 degrees. I peered closer at the spoon, trying to make out what it was. Then I realised that if I pulled back, I could get more of a panoramic view, if but a small one. What was it?

I did a stupid thing. I turned round to face my tormentor. 

Monday, 3 October 2011

HELLO Knitting Rocks.

Hey! It's National Knitting Week 3-9 October 2011.



I can assure you, that this old-age past time is not just pursued by elderly women in rocking chairs. Honest. Well, of course there are some older ladies doing it, but this club is no longer their domain. No. Look here. Even the celeb's are doing it.


SJP in Sex and the Knitting.


Ehem. Ginger Spice explains a zigazig-ha.


And here's the lovely Russell Crowe. 
Proving the point (no pun intended) that 
KNITTING ROCKS!

And now that the nights are drawing in, ladies and gentlemen; take out your pins (or hooks if you crochet), grab some yarn and be creative.

Here are some things I made earlier.



I knitted this shawl for my grandma last Christmas.


A jumper for my nephew last year.


I loved this dress for my niece.
 But I noticed a mistake a third of the way to the end; 
the blip was at the beginning. Help! 
I didn't know what the heck to do, so I undid it all and started again. 
Did I say I was using itsy-bitsy-needles? When you knit, you are are perfectionist.
It was all good in the end.


A dress for the older niece who loved it.


And 'A HAND BAG' for her.


One of many berets that I've crocheted.

Ravelry is a great place to start looking for patterns and inspiration. If you need a manual, try this book and this one; I have these and they are fun and invaluable.

BE WARNED.
ONCE THE YARN TAKES A HOLD,
YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO STOP.


Saturday, 1 October 2011

HELLO NaNoWriMo 2011

Oh no! It's thirty days till NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). I signed up in March and was so excited to participate, but now it's just round the corner, I'm wondering if I'm going to achieve the task. I'll give it a damn good go.

I have an idea, and this month; I am organising plot notes, gathering inspiring pictures, but not writing any of the actual novel. That would be unfaithful; not true to the project.

By the way, this is my first time. I'll let you know how it goes.