The Jane Austen Book Club
I seem to be having a chick flick weekend. I’d love to say that this is some sort of self-indulgent, post-break-up, short-lived moment of insanity, but alas, I have to admit that I do actually like them, and when I’m alone (relationship or no) it’s kind of relaxing to just jump into bed with a bowl of ice cream or a glass of wine and just get lost in someone else’s love story for a while. Unfortunately, so few “chick flicks”(seriously we need to find something better to call them) provide the promised upliftment – although I must admit that this could depend entirely on the current status of the watcher and not at all on the merits of the film. more »
It never ceases to amuse me when Barney Stenson from How I Met Your Mother responds to something by saying “that’s going in my blog!” but I definitely had a moment of yeah-I-get-it clarity last night while I was lying in bed watching Boston Legal and kind of absent-mindedly chatting to a few people on mxit. more »
I start the year once again with an arm full of resolutions that I will most likely have forgotten about by the time I’ve finished writing this excerpt. One that I do intend to remember however is the one that insists that I actually get this book finished this year. True I have few fantasies of actually getting published – the true delight lies simply in getting finished (my God this sounds like a pure piece of fiction right here but I do feel that one has to finish off the rubbish to get to the part where you don’t suck…and the not sucking or the sucking less part is massively appealing at this point). more »
Beautiful is when you talk to me in circles, and are almost surprised when I talk back. I find it amazing that you understand me, even more than when I understand you.
Beautiful is when you wrinkle you nose, as if you have whiskers. It makes me think of Bambi’s silly little rabbit friend. Do you realize how often you do that?
Beautiful is when you smile and you think that no one is watching. I know you love to do it as much as I do, because we both know that it’s a positive energy. You just want everyone to think that you’re immune to good, and even though I sometimes wonder if you are, that sneaky smile pops up and assures me that you aren’t. more »
The Mermaid
Ethan observed Rachel and his eyes assumed their usual contentment as he watched her stir half a teaspoon of sugar into her black coffee. How could it be that now, after all these years, he was seeing her in this new way that seemed to make him smile from the bottom of his belly? She was Rachel, of course. And he loved her, of course. And she was beautiful and perfect and sweet and soft. But these were things he had always known, and for a man delighted by all that is ironic, he couldn’t help but feel particularly relieved that her sudden availability happened to coincide with this sudden desire for her. Perhaps some might argue that that in itself might be considered ironic. more »
For showing things unshown
He turns to me and whispers
Not words, but dreams
And pictures more »
The Not-So-Ultimate Gemini
Astrologically speaking, I have come to the conclusion that arriving here on the twenty-seventh of May in 1982 may not have been the greatest of ideas. The moon was not herself that day. She might have been experiencing some severely traumatic technical dysfunctions, or maybe she was just in a bad mood. Whatever the problem was (and it was a problem) it seems to have resulted in a string of complex issues, or at least the inability to find simplicity in even the smallest of problems. So for now, I will take the opportunity to blame (and most likely contradict later) my life on the position of the stars the day and moment that my mother’s poor, swollen body decided that it had had enough and gave up. Why? Because I need something to blame, and choosing something with the inability to defend itself only makes sense. It’s so much easier to sit back and plead innocence when the responsibility has been placed on something that can’t point any fingers back at its accuser. more »
Maybe it’s a Male Thing
Ultimately, all I really want is a man who won’t bore me with facts about cars, just like a man would appreciate a woman who doesn’t drone on and on about shopping and pedicures. Is it too much to ask not to be exposed to the tedious jargon that they know we don’t understand? more »
until i knew you
I never knew bright lights or real smiles
for grey always hid beneath
and loved to break the surface more »
In many childhood dream
Stands a man whose eyes with lines
Smile in absent agreement of treasures
Brought to show a thousand times more »