Another Busy Day

I have not managed to get any space to write for a while and it's driving me mad. My husband is home tonight and I hope that I get the chance then. I can't complain. I have a cute little boy who needs my attention.

Watercolour & Ink.

I was inspired when I saw a sketch  2009 by Caio Fernandes. So here is what I produced.

5 Minute drawing...

My brother asked me to draw something that represents him. It isn't my forte but I enjoyed the challenge. Here it is. If you want to see it along with the explanation check out Mark's blog oldtapeghost.

A Cry For Help.

I'm really struggling at the moment. I have so many ideas flooding my brain and no opportunity to write them down. This is because having a 7 month old baby that can crawl and climb is keeping me very busy. I am on my own with him for the whole day and by the time it is bedtime he is screaming all night due to teething.

Any parents out there can tell me how to do both? I am desperate to express myself fully. I love being a mum but I miss the space to think and write.

Arise and Be

Arise and be.

No more goodbyes.

Cast up your eyes.

Freedom realised.

The past dies.

Look at the sunrise.

Watch as hope fills the skies.

Motherhood.

I'm lost in myself.

I long for the freedom.

The me I want to see.

My mind swirls with wonder.

Always a new surprise.

The life that it would be.

No mundane.

No monotony.

No expectation.

No responsibility.

Just as I get lost in wonder.

Your face flashes in my mind.

Your eyes sparkle at me.

To have you in my life.

I realise it's worth the cost.

This is what is truly free.

Longing For Peace.

Longing to dream,

Dreaming to feel,

Feeling a hope,

Hoping for peace.

Creative Writing Workshop - Dialogue

This is what I wrote today at the creative writing workshop. We were looking at dialogue.

Paul handed his money over, took a ticket and stumbled down the bus searching out a seat as he went. Spotting one he sat down with a thump. Paul began to take his ipod out of his bag and unravel the earphones.

‘You having a good day dear.’

With a sigh to himself he shoved his ipod back in his bag knowing it would be a long journey. ‘Yes thanks.’

‘Lovely day.’

‘Not bad.’

‘You remind me of my Frank. Sweet man.’

‘Really.’

‘Yes.’ She gazed out of the window a moment then looked back at Paul. ‘Your eyes.’

‘What?’

‘You have the same eyes. The type of eyes that are young and yet full of wisdom.’

‘Thanks.’ Paul blushed. ‘So what has your day been like?’

‘Can’t complain. I have the air in my lungs and I have had a great love, so, so I can’t complain.’

Paul smiled at this sweet old woman.

‘Mind getting the button love?’

Paul pushed the button, slipped out his seat and watched her head down the bus.

‘Bye son.’ She waved without turning round.

‘Bye.’ Paul returned to his seat. She said, had. She said had a great love. Just then he noticed she was wearing all black.