Be a Warrior in Your Own Life!


Hi everyone

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Thank you deeply for all of your beautiful wishes regarding the death of Snuggles. It’s hugely comforting to know we have been in your thoughts and prayers.

Snow had her second birthday on the 15th of October and I have an awesome video of her, on her birthday, to share with you in a future post. Plus, I still have a ton of Disneyland Paris photos and some videos from there too. Do not miss the video of me screaming on a rollercoaster, it’s hilarious.

Unfortunately, Snow was rushed in for emergency surgery on Monday 27th. She couldn’t eat or drink and I found an abscess on her left cheek. She was cut open and now has a tube through her cheek, that is acting as a drain. My mum is looking after her and she has a checkup tomorrow. Daisy is also going to the vets tomorrow for a lump check.

Be a warrior in your own life, is exactly how I am feeling right now.

As you know, I often think of life events in terms of stories, right now, I see myself as a warrior, protected by a suit of armour. Being knocked down to the floor and getting back up time and time again. Fighting through life’s challenges. Rebuffing, the constant unpleasant surprises snd thinking of the time when I will be in a field of daisies with the sun beaming down on my golden hair and helmet comfortably tucked under my arm.

I still think life is beautiful. I still see its wonder. I try to be mindful of the present, while looking to the future.

3 deaths so far this year. My Grandma, Cinnamon and Snuggles.

Life is a test, be a warrior in your own life and let nothing stop you from feeling its amazing beauty and that it’s fantastic to be alive.

Keep pursuing your dreams, keep moving forward with your life, keep looking to the future and keep fighting to live, survive and thrive.

Be a warrior in your own life and be truly unstoppable.

Embrace your quirky and write soon

Sandra

Do you see your life being told in stories?


Hi everyone

Do you see your life being told in stories? I am not sure that is grammatically correct, but I see parts of my life being told in stories as it unravels before me.

What do I mean?

I haven’t been getting much sleep lately. For those of you who don’t know; I do a full-time day job as the Fitted Bedroom Specialist for John Lewis, I am a part-time Tutor for the Recovery Learning Community and I run my own websites and write. Although I only physically teach the Blogging as an aid to recovery course – How to start a WordPress.com blog, for a few weeks at a time, I have to answer emails every week about my course or the courses in general. Sometimes I get 3 emails a day. A few days ago I had to look at new premises for teaching the course. I have 3 websites to maintain with 1 under construction. I have 4 blogs, but I blog on this one the most, 3 Facebook pages, 3 Twitter accounts, a LinkedIn account, a Google+ account and a YouTube account. I do all of the website design, social media and marketing for my sites. I also have to attend business and networking opportunities; clean my guineapigs every night, work on my Break through the barriers of redundancy book, message my friends and try to fit in some time for fun. So I have been mostly getting 4-5 hours sleep a night for the last few weeks.

Here’s the story: I am feeling very tired, like I am now running on empty. I feel I need to ‘recharge my battery’ but instead of thinking just like that, I see myself as a Transformer robot and I have to plug myself into sleep, to recharge, re-energise and re-boot myself up again. (Action of rolling shoulders back, stood up straight and magnificent as I am returned to full strength and ready for the fight.) At the moment I feel like the Terminator being swallowed up in a pile of toxic sand that is corroding my metal body. My hand is reaching out to grab on to sleep. (Okay, so being an insomniac, I am usually good at living on not much sleep, but this is the point I am now at).

I also keep thinking about events that occur in my life; sometimes directly or indirectly related to myself, and that if those events were a story at that moment, this is how I would write it. I see people who have feelings for someone and the feelings are not reciprocated – In practice, it’s a case of moving on, but it’s not that easy, and in theory – In the world of fairy tales or stories, something would happen to make the other person change to love the person who loves them, not the person whom they keep wanting to pursue. If only we could choose that in real life – Wouldn’t that be so much easier and save a lot of heartache? – Maybe or maybe not, because I believe no one should have to change to be with someone else, and that everything happens for a reason. If the love isn’t reciprocated it’s because something or someone better is about to come along and if you ended up being with someone you weren’t meant to be with, that would be a tragedy and I like a happy ending.

What parts of your life do you see being told in stories?

I have put links to my sites and social media below, if you are not already connected to me on those but want to be, please do, and I can reciprocate.

Don’t miss travel writing tips for bloggers in a guest post on Tuesday 10th of June. You won’t want to miss it.

 

Until next time, write soon

Sandra

When does a reality show become your own reality?


Hi everyone

When does a reality show become your own reality? – When you feel like you are living in one. Do you ever get that feeling?

I spend so much of my life, reading, watching and writing about stories, that I end up feeling like my own life story is being played out in front of me, and that I am watching it, yet I am in it. It’s very surreal. I feel, that in reality, I am in my own reality show and that my eyes are the camera. Quirky, I know.

There is always some sort of drama going on in my life, and I often feel that my life is like a soap opera. Maybe it should be made into a soap opera – Hey! You heard it here first. On a plus side, I have got loads to pack into a series of autobiographies and that always bodes well when you are a writer.

To give you the highs and lows over the last week or so, here goes:

Daisy and Cinnamon went to the vets for a lump and mite check. Their lumps are fine at the moment and one of Daisy’s has vanished. I got charged less than I thought I would. Although the vet couldn’t find any mites, they have a spot on treatment to use for two weeks.

I received a cheque as compensation for an accident I had in 2011. As a result, I have been asked to be featured in the USDAW magazine about it. If and when it happens, I will let you know.

The preview of my Break through the barriers of redundancy book blurb, has been well received, and more people have shown an interest in buying it. I am still in the process of editing it at the moment. That is taking longer than I had hoped, because I am having to fit it in around my day job, my teaching job, and deal with other issues, such as technical difficulties and financial problems.

To summarise the technical problems, both my Mac and phone have not been working correctly. My blog would not load properly on my Mac, and a snail’s pace would have been quicker than the speed at which it was loading web pages. Some pages it refused to load at all. My phone was taking an age to load and sometimes it wouldn’t load at all. It switched itself off. At times it would not let me charge it and switch it on at the same time. Apologies for all of the comments that I haven’t had chance to reply to yet because of this. I took action and installed a new router and upgraded my Mac overnight to the Mavericks operating system. This took over 15 hours because I live in a gray area where internet speed is concerned, and it was still in the process of upgrading the next day. This is not good when I have to manage 3 websites (and one under construction), 3 blogs, 3 Facebook Pages, 3 Twitter accounts, a LinkedIn account, and a Google+ and YouTube account. I am still having some problems with my phone and I am getting a new one on Tuesday.

I recently got invited to a Google+ Hangout about my book, with Wiley published Author, Paul Lancaster. Who works for Sage One accountancy company. This is due to take place the week before my book is published and will be a 30 minute interview. I am so excited, watch this space for further details.

Yesterday I received a bill from HMRC saying I owe them £564.60 in unpaid taxes for 2011-2012 and 2013-2013 tax years. I believe this to be incorrect, so I have had to spend time getting the necessary documentation together to prove it, including my P60s and P45s, and type a letter to them. Other financial difficulties include the fact that I am still owed 3 hours for my basic wage in my day job, from 3 weeks ago, and some expenses from weeks ago, that I keep having to chase. I have been opted into the company pension scheme, when I have requested to opt out, and money is still being taken out of my wages for it. This is another thing I have to keep chasing.

The day before I got the letter from HMRC, I booked to go to the Business Showcase South West event in Bristol, and to the Only Colston event, following that, in the evening. Both promise to be fantastic networking opportunites and take place on April the 8th to the 9th.

Teaching Blogging as an aid to recovery went very well last week and I am optimistic that it will be just as enjoyable tomorrow.

You may have guessed that I don’t get much sleep. Currently I am getting on average about five and a half hours sleep a night. I have to watch my health and do need to get some more sleep but I have so much deal with, my guineapigs to clean every night, and my book to write, that it’s hard to find time to fit sleep in. I also have to try to fit some time in for fun as it’s essential for relaxation and motivation.

One of my favourite genres is drama and my life is full of it, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Am I living in my own reality show? I will leave that question to your imagination.

Thank you to everyone who has nominated me for a blog award recently and in the last few months. I will get around to officially accepting them, although I won’t be able to do that this month. I really appreciate you taking the time to read my blog and nominate me. I also appreciate everyone who stops by, who comments or Likes my posts.

As I am still editing my book inbetween everything else that is going on, and I have people waiting to buy it, I am unfortunately still not able to visit or comment on many blogs at the moment and I am very sorry for that.

I will write when I am able to

Sandra

What’s his story? – Let your imagination run riot


Hi everyone

Most weeks when I walk to work to go to my day job, I see this man making dogs out of sand.

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I think they are beautiful and he is very talented.

As a writer, I often think, what’s his story? Why is he making dogs out of sand?

Could it be because…….

He is grieving for pets that have passed away.

He has a love of dogs.

He is obsessed with dogs.

He was not allowed any dogs as a child.

He can’t have any dogs now.

He has been reincarnated but was once a dog with his own family of dogs.

He believes the sand makes the dogs come to life and they talk to him.

He finds it a form of therapy away from the problems at home.

He is preparing for a competition to create the best dog sand statues, in the quickest amount of time and be in the Guinness book of World Records if he wins.

Dogs are the only thing he can make out of sand.

He has an OCD.

Like the beginnings of any good story, once we have a creative think about any random situation in life that may lead to a tale that needs telling, we begin to question the answer to our first question.

For example:

Why did his dog die? Was it giving birth? – Hence the small pup.

Why was he reincarnated in the form of a man?

What events led him to the competiton?

Why does he have an OCD?

A good writer always asks lots of questions and is not afraid to let their inner creative mind, think for itself.

Allow your imagination to run riot and enjoy every minute of taking a random event or situation in life and turning it into a literary masterpiece.

Write soon
Sandra

What’s Your Guilty Reading Pleasure?


Hi everyone

I have a confession to make. I still enjoy reading Little Miss and Mr Men books. You could say they are my guilty please.

In fact, whilst I was recently in London to meet and speak with HM the Queen, at the end of my visit, I bought one Mr Men book and two Little Miss books. Okay, confession number two, I still collect them.

I just couldn’t resist buying this Little Miss Princess book, as I thought it was very apt considering I met HM the Queen.

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So what do I do with all these books? Do I buy them, read them and store them, never to be read again? Wrong. Confession number three. I read them time and time again because I thorougly enjoy them for the follow reasons:

I love the short adventures the characters get up to.

The stories make me laugh.

They make me feel relaxed and calm.

They are light reading before going to bed with nothing particularly scary in them. Although Little Miss Scary and Mr Jelly would probably disagree.

I love the twists, irony or juxtapositon of elements of the stories.

They ease my physical pain by taking my mind off it.

They are fun.

The books are genius, as there is at least one character for everyone to relate to at some point in their life.

They have a good moral to each story. Based on bad being overcome by good but expressed in different ways.

The characters are easy to understand. Any reader can empathise with them very early on in the story.

The illustrations are colourful and simple. Great to look at.

They are great inspiration for anyone who wants to write children’s picture books. That includes me.

Reading them makes me feel good.

Although I have a serious business side to my personality and enjoy writing how to/business books. I also love to write rhyming pictures books for 3-5 years, as I also have a fun, kid-like side to my personality. Both are very different genres but that’s what being quirky is all about.

What’s you guilty reading pleasure? Dare you confess to it?

Write soon
Sandra