Ever thought why your mind always constantly keeps on swimming; your trying to gasp for air but you seem to keep on being dragged down because of all the thoughts inside your head, then your like why isn’t anyone listening to me? Why has no one noticed that I’m drowning? Why has no one noticed that I’ve gone missing?
Yet every time you scream for help load of water seems to enter your mouth making you chock, splutter and everything else. Yet still not hearing you? Then your body gives up trying to fight the water as the gravity starts to pull you down; that’s when people started to notice that your drowning, or even missing until the notice your body sinking to the bottom of the pool.
That was when everyone dived in to try and a rescue; fighting all of the Black nodded creatures that surrounded you, that was when they soon realise that your mind has completed under water. Once they got you out of the water you start to chock and spitting water out of your mouth.
You were in hospital for days but you were giving signs of improvement each day; trying to get yourself better but yet your mind was still feeling under water, until it all came clear to you one day that someone had come through the door to visit you. That’s when you were finally out of the water inside your head.
Morning campers how are we all doing? I hope you all had a good weekend. I practically slept all day yesterday (Sunday 3rd December 2017) obviously I must needed. Today’s topic is called “Proof Reading is important key” the idea came from helping someone with their blogging piece and I had noticed a few mistakes on their blog website.
I am not naming any names or anything but I can guarantee you this is detected to them and everyone who need to some confidence to know that they need for the blogging world or writing world. I can promise you that this isn’t a get at all just wanted to help you to understand and help you to learn more about your work and yourself.
I want to do it in bullet points than in paragraphs because I find it easier that way and more understanding than having a serious telling off like you’ve been told off by a horrible teacher or drill Sergeant.
• Taking your when your planning and writing it because if you rush the whole thing to put it up. You won’t even notice that you made and think that you master piece is great.
• Just be patient about your work because turning your notes into the full thing is harder than writing it straight away. I even catch myself out at the best of times with my note takings because I find it hard to expand my bullet points because it won’t make any sense trust me it isn’t that easy.
• Don’t panic in asking for someone to read it over before you post it but if you wanted someone anonymous to read it over. I am more than happy to read it over when you published; for me to be able to do that email on firstname.lastname@example.org don’t panic okay, what I do is take a screen shot of the section and cut the bit that is wrong and highlight the bit is wrong and give you what it should be. Also get you to look over it as well to see if it makes sense but it’s okay to get it takes time the correct section.
• Just be yourself and your awesome no one is perfect writer everyone has to work harder and make it right.
For the last couple of year they’ve played my two favourite short story films that I have hardly missed; it’s sort of come a part of my daily Christmas thing where each it gets put on tv, I first heard when I use to work at a school and it then became one of my favourite story ever. I know it’s a kid story but I don’t remember reading it as a child but then again I couldn’t hear at the time.
The story is called “The Gruffalo” and “The Gruffalo Child” created By Julia Donaldson and Axel Scheffler the most successful author/illustrator partnership in the picture book publishing. I have put along side this a snippet of what the author is about but to find out more please click on the link below.
“The Gruffalo is one of the world’s best-loved monsters. Since it was first published in 1999, the award-winning story of his encounter with the little brown mouse in the deep dark wood has continued to delight children and adults the world over.
Created by Julia Donaldson and Axel Scheffler, the most successful author/illustrator partnership in picture book publishing, The Gruffalo is a modern classic, and both mouse and monster have become stars of stage and screen as well as story-time favourites.” http://www.gruffalo.com/world-of/the-story
This Sunday Special Diary Entries Online is based on a true facts of everyone who feels the same way but don’t say it. The signs are there in the lines of the pages of the book. Weather you believe in this or not it’s your opinion but yet I’m doing this for me and I know how I feel. It’s your opinion on the matter of all things.
“Don’t look at me” we say when everyday is so wonderful that’s when all of the sudden it’s hard to breathe because now and then I get so insecure from all the pain and I’m just so ashamed. No matter what they say nor my mind say I am beautiful no matter because words can’t bring me down. I know that I am beautiful in every single way; yes, words can’t bring me down but not today I’m taking no prisoners today so don’t bring me down today.
I see all of your friends standing there being delirious because your so consumed in all of your doom; trying to hard to fill the emptiness as the pieces have gone, the puzzle is now left undone as is it the way it is? You are beautiful no matter what they say; words can’t bring you down anymore because you are beautiful in every single way, words can’t bring you down today and so don’t bring me down today.
No matter what we do no matter what we say. We are the song that’s inside the tune that is playing full of beautiful mistakes and everywhere we go the sun will always shine and tomorrow we might wake up on the other side. So don’t you bring me down today. Don’t bring me down today.
It was one snowy night in the Forest of Dean all of the animals where asleep; all except one, in the little cabin outside the big wooded cabin once lived a little door mouse who keeps an eye out for any dangerous predictors coming to the cabin. You may think what can a little door mouse do if a dangerous animal or human being came to the home. You’ll be surprised what one little dormouse can do. For the door mouse have been quite happily with himself for making lots of mince pies for himself; along with his Christmas tree looking beautiful as ever like it does every year, he even whilst the tune of a well known family tune who lived in the cabin behind his.
It was happy that nothing bad has happened in the last few weeks; everything had been very quiet and very still in the big log cabin, but he thought it too soon when the candle lights went out. His whilsting died down. His ears dropped. He looked towards the window of the gloomy darkness. Not moving a muscle for a while.
Still wasn’t sure what was happening. Something still didn’t feel right he scurried up through the hole in the walls of his small cabin; then up through the another hole that gave him access to the other cabin, as he rushed too fast as he came out trying to stand up as he called out to Tom not noticing that the lights were still on, knocked something over a female caught the object and Tom caught the dormouse before both reached the floor.
As the mouse looked up seeing both Tom and the female looking down at him; he soon realised it was just false alarm, he has those moments especially the weeks before christmas and he always forgets at this time of year that Tom’s best friends knows all the tricks in the book for the trip hazards and everything for Tom’s protection. “Still haven’t read my little postcard or my book little man” I replied “oh Lizzy I am so sorry. I keep on forgetting that every year you come and I forget everytime” squeaked the dormouse. Tom and I laughed and said “Happy Christmas little man”
I do hope it does snow around this time of year because I like the snow falling; laugh at peoples miss fortunes of attempting to go to work whilst driving, people complaining that they can’t use the public transport and airlines because of the snow and how much of it.
I know that it sounds bad but it’s just common sense you know. It’s pathetic that they say “oh my christmas is now ruined” or something else; here’s a novelty idea have Christmas at home in your own country, it’s simple as that to be honest. Yes I use novelty as a word didn’t even think about it as a christmas thing at all.
Not even sure where my head is at when I wrote this but anyways at least I’m making fun at things. It would be nice to have a winter wonderland full of snow better than most recent years of at this time. Just be grateful that we aren’t expecting bad storms again like we did few Christmas’s ago.
My excuse every time the U.K. has a bad snow day my excuse was I can’t get out because I live on the hill and the paths are too slippery but yet I still manage to get to work. To where I find people who live just down the road from where I use to work would say I can’t get into work. I’m like excuse you what you talking about?
I’ve become one of those people who just wrap up and stay in the nice and warm whilst watching the snow fall down because I don’t have to go out anywhere to the point of not being able to feel anything. I’m pretty much good at that being inside the house feeling freezing cold. Snow is snow at the end of the day. Lovely to look at but then it can be a real nasty 😷 afterwards.
I can explain why things have seem to go to pot recently; the fact that everyone believes that I am wonder women, but I don’t have magic powers and I don’t fly in the air or carry a shield or a sword. Yes my language difficulties and lisp started to play up just then wasn’t as bad few weeks ago when
I was stressed, tired and everything else that it started to effect me badly.
I’m trying to sort myself out honest it’s not fair that I keep on getting myself out of trouble. This year I’ve decided to make things for Christmas as it’s cheap and cost effective as everything I have is where I need it to be. The fact that I’m just being a snowflake right now I just need to shake it off and get started on being normal again.
I would like in my stocking to be some magic, confidante, courage and be strong once again. That’s all I want and possibly a dashing prince would be nice to sweep me off my feet as my dream can be for filled of living happily ever after.
The best feeling of having the worst morning to the best evening all I can say is that I for one knowing that I can beat anything if I know that I won’t feel threatened from anyone again. So I decided to turn it into a story but a re-visit of sorry not sorry in another wave of some sort of story.
Payback is a bad bitch and when you mess with someone like me I’m the baddest because I’m out there looking like I want to take revenge. Yet I feel like I’m a 10 the best that I’ve ever been because I understand him much better than you did; I know how bad this must look to you but yet you damaged your reputation, that must of hurt even seeing me like this by standing by your man who doesn’t even love you. Guess what it’s going to get worse as you are just about to be kicked out to where you come from; now you’re just looking like you have this massive regret on your face because being over confident, over powering, getting what you want and being to proud of who you are. You will never get a chance like this because me and Caspian are too strong; love, care, understanding and most importantly one main person whose been watching over us both kept us a lot stronger and together.
Now continue to pack your bags because we don’t want to see you ever again as your a fucking savage. Can’t have this life that we have because we owned it like no one else can have it. For me to be nice to take it on you but guess what? I’m not going to do the mind trick that your trying to do by getting me and Caspian to split because I’m sorry I’m not that sorry being bad to you got me feeling kind of good in finding my confidence once again. Now that I got inspired as the tables have turned once again in my life it’s like I’m on fire and that burns like crazy as when you received on a cold day like today.
The most finest people who are made for each other to kill the traumatic experience of someone who’s more dominant than anything else. Telling me how it feels is so much better telling me to take a chill pill; but right now this going to sting you because the grass is greener underneath me, than yours as your sinking in the sticking and sinking in the muddy English countryside. Yes you can see me with him with your bright colour technicolour binoculars; you can always talk about that talk as much as you can, but your still continuing to walk that walk that way off not coming back.
Your probably thinking that is Emotional Writers Block actually real. Yes there is such a thing in the writing world; you have Writers Block that gives out signs of you wanting to write but yet you don’t know what to write, to which you have to leave it for a few days or try again later on or the next day. Emotional Writers Block is where you want to write but you can’t put anything down on paper or on screen because there’s so much going on inside your head that you can’t escape it.
If writing was your go to place to escape like mine to express your feelings through words of your blogging or stories; I know how that feels when your thoughts cloud your judgement when you start writing, then all of the sudden you’re like hit with a bam! Wondering where the hell did that come from? The worst bit is that your head seems to be quiet in the middle of the night; that’s when you find out that’s the best time for you to actually start writing your ideas down, I know it’s typical and probably worst time for it to happen.
For me as I don’t sleep as much anyway I find it more easy than during the day because it’s less quiet for me to be able to think as much. It’s like right now it’s 3:35am in the Uk I’ve almost just finished this blog; I’m just taking a pause because I’m getting quite cold, and I want to get some sort of sleep one way or another. I will be back to revisit in the morning.
Well it’s now 20:28pm on Wednesday 29th November 2017; November is nearly over or by the time you read this or go back to it November 2017 is now the past, and we are in the present. I always preferred to write when I feel upset or have some sort of emotion that happens; odd occasions I have posted up things that you may have read and you guys liked it very much. Sometimes I write them just because I needed to share my frustrations out at the best of times but don’t post them. This is because they maybe too personal and I don’t like to post much about my personal life. I do have days I really can’t write what so ever. That just upsets me more and more. I just have to get on with it as the best I can at the best of times.
Apologies there’s no Wednesday Evening post tonight (29.11.17) struggled to write something for it. I hope this makes up for it. Hehe.
I thought as I haven’t done a story in a while and struggling to write for a topic for Teenagers Life Crisis. I just thought I might as well to do a story for now hoping that it will help me out just a bit.
It was that one night on Monday 27th November 2017 going into Tuesday 28th November 2017 you soon realised your head wasn’t going to let you sleep due to the amount of crying you had done before that. Normally crying sends you to sleep because it wears your body out. Well normally works with me anyway but then again I hadn’t had much sleep for three nights before that anyway.
Why was this one so different? Out of the four nights why did this stuck out like a sore thumb? Then I turn to be on my side; the side that I would face if he was there laying next to me, like he once would of have done before he had told me as soon as I came out of my deep dark depression that he was off again to serve again. I felt like my heart was just been ripped out of me like I was in Once Upon a Time; it felt like I was just about to get better when he decided to tell me, there and then that when he was going.
It felt like just yesterday that he didn’t tell me or what he was doing when he wanted me to be with him all those weeks ago; then a public engagement went out to the whole world to know that he was going to marry her, the women he did not actually want to be with…..