Well Lowland Trev, ;-)
You got me thinking...(always a risky business) I asked myself why I am not writing? and a poem just came. I realised that to be constrained by the thought of what people think, is death to creativity. If I feel a mood, I try to capture it and so I have squeezed out a brief poem but it's not your usual Christmas cheer.
At least you got me writing again!
Highland Ali xx
My writing has virtually ceased as my life is busy. My wife's health has reached a point where I have to be vigilant 24/7. Up to now things are going well, but may deteriorate as time passes. This constant strain has seen my previous writer's life diminish. I have little time to think, let alone seek creative ideas. However, I take this opportunity to wish UK Authors contributors a Merry Christmas. To be politically correct it should be Happy Holiday.
I'll drop in once in a while.
The lack of forum contributors is sad IMO. Where has everyone gone?
Merry Christmas everyone off travelling tomorrow so see you in the new year.
All the best Keith
Happy festivities to all. Very quiet here, don't really do Xmas, as you know. Just lovely grub with sons and one, maybe two, of my exes.
Merry Christmas to all WABDers
Goose cooked (yesterday) and the meat striped off the carcass (which will begin the stock pot on the Rayburn tomorrow to make soup); pudding just about to go in for its second boiling (it's been soaking up the brandy for the lat six weeks); friends arriving at 4.00pm for champagne and the rest of the evening spent eating/drinking/making merry!!
I hope that Christmas is all you would wish it to be.
Belated merry to all. We're in Portugal visiting daughter. Son went back today for work, it's warm! Back tomorrow in icy Hemel for new year with friends. I'm supplying creamy curried mushrooms for starter at friend's house (we all do a course).
And a Happy Hogmanay fae Edinburgh when it comes. I shall now attempt to post a pic ot two ;-)
Nothing like a bit of Up-Helly-Aa to get the New Year off to a flying start.
That's my sort of man alright. ;-) If he got too plastered I could always make off with his horse.