I'm going to Disneyland Paris this weekend. Personally going to greet Mickey and Minnue, maybe even pose for a pic together, you know those two can dance quite a charleston whenever the cats are away. My little stepbrother just turned 12, my mom surprised him with a weekend of enchantment and went along and invited me and my husband along too. My third time already. The first time I was a prill teenager, having met the one I ended up marrying (and still love more than life itself! Truly! He could beat me to bits and I'd beg for more if that meant I could live out the remainder of my life with him. Luckily for me he's a gentle and loving man. Okay, enough praise for the hubby for one evening! ) Where was I? Oh right, being 17 again.. Together for merely 3 months we and a few friends decided to go to Disneyland for a weekend. First time sleeping together, big fun I can tell you that! Then the second time, my husband surprised me with a weekend for our three-year anniversary. Now the third time.. together for almost 10, it's going to be a trip full of great memories and good fun. Although I do kind of hate getting up early and driving there. Being awoken in the middle of the night is just not my cup of tea! Have a great weekend all.. and may magic fill your hearts! Forgive the mellowness.. I can't help myself.
As I'm suffering from severe writer's block. (Bad writing is part of that right??) I have decided to focus my attention on blogging for a while. I'm not blogging for attention, I'm not blogging to get recognition, I'm just doing it because I need to be writing in some way, and when the imaginative aspect falls apart I hold on to everything closeby to keep from drowning. So apart from this little thingy here, I set up an account in Blogger, combining my two passions. Writing and Cooking. It's newly born, barely two posts, but I'm excited this time and that gets you a long way.. Well, I'm off, adding another 1000 words to an already failure of a novel. Toedels... xxx
I read a lot. And that's an understatement. I don't go to libraries, because I read mostly in English and since Belgium is dutchspeaking (my side is anyway), they don't usually have a big collection of english literature. I buy them cheap, that's a comfort, but still I end up with a bunch of novels that I don't intend on rereading and I don't believe in saving them for my kids either. So, I went on the internet and googled for any secondhand bookstores in the vicinity. None to be had. Just one that I had tried that one a few years back which turned me down, accepting only antiques and study books. It seems that I need to go save up my discarded books until I have a whole pile of them, imagine dozens of boxes full, so I can attend a fair or two and be rid of them that way. When I talk to my foreign friends, living in England, Canada, America, Australia, they all talk about browsing in secondhand stores, bringing in their books, getting a few pennies back, and it makes me crazy that I don't have that here in Belgium. Another reason why I shouldn't be living here. If I could just persuade my husband of this.
Hi to all who are taking the time to read this. My first time writing a blog here. I've had several before, but with all things writing, I pick it up and then abandon it with as much viguor. I've wrote something the other day. Spend a little over an hour writing it.. then I deleted the whole thing. A stillborn piece of literature. Now I'm trying to take it from another direction. I always have the tendency to write from my own perspective and as being emotional very unstable, my characters always tended to be nutcases and severely unadapted to society. I think I'm going to try and write about a normal girl, growing up in a normal family, living a normal life and see where that takes me. Writing isn't easy and since I'm addicted to reading I feel bad to spend time doing what others do so much better. I should be reading all those hours I spend writing. Nothing can get me more down than writing something I think is quite well, then read some McCarthy or Dickens and just know that I'll never be as good as they are. But I do have the comfort that I do write better than S. Meyer, maybe not contentwise, but my prose is far better. Well.. more to come. Who wouldn't want to read more about the life a struggling writer.. hell I struggle with about everything! Cheers xx