Once loved, twice shy.

As life takes on many challenges. Including just getting through the day. But if you are a writer there are more challenges. And exposing challenges because failure is just around the corner if you don't write.

Wait a minute.

I know I'm computer technically challenged but something's changed here. Will have to investigate... Feeling slightly guilty. Every day I don't post. When I do I swear I'm turning a new leaf. But seems my new leaves just get left in the recycle to garden waste bin. Yesterday I did finish something on Prudella. She's a wonderful character, and I've called the novel Manshy. She's determined not to fall in love. Why? Because that's what her mother wants. Anything her mother wants Prudella doesn't. It's a form of adult as in a relative of the teenage rebellion. I'm flying by the seat of my pants with this. I know roughly where I want to go but I want this to be a kind of Sex and the City, each chapter is a story or commentary on it's own. Stand alone. Its kind of fun but still ambling along without really getting anywhere. But at least it's gathering speed and volition of its own making.

Okay everynone

So full of joy. And how little it takes. I found a first edition book of Charles Dana Gibson dated 1904 and autographed. Charles is a famous American illustrator who is well known for his "Gibson Girl" pen and ink style. Love his things.

He is one of the best illustrators of the 1890's.

His girls are attitude-full, and probably the first sign of women coming into their own and so beautiful.

It doesn't take much to please me. But this is a joy full - on its way to me. Thanks Hilde! My American angel who will intercept the post for me and forward it on to the antipodes. Some people just won't post overseas which in today's inter world is very very colloquial but one day the global world will register well in the USA.

To tweet or not to tweet - that is the question.

I don't get it. They're all doing it and I'm the only one in the whole wide world who doesn't get the point of it. It's quite a dismal thing by the look of it. So self indulgent and in actual fact even the most famous become dismal. I don't know if it's just me but it just seems so pointless but even multi billionaires are doing it. Future Presidents and movies stars are doing it.
I have an account for it @penneyoz but I haven't indulged and here's the rub...

YET!

I have ideas.

But what are ideas without motivation.

Just a car with the tyres missing.

And just so you know....

In complying with that serious commitment on New Year resolutions, this is my second foray into this place for 2012. Who can beleive it's already 12 instead of 11. My checkbook has been surprisingly well behaved in this serious changeover period.

And it is Sunday - touching the belly of February. I hope this isn't a leap year. I need every day I can get to keep the aging brigade away!

Must admit. Today isn't as inspiring as I would like.

S'pose it's time to post the first missive of 2012

Well, folk(s). Since there aren't m-any of you waithing enthusiastically for my wit and wisdom, let's assume there are thousands.

My list of new year intentions is empty. I don't smoke so that could be the only potential. And my vices... well they are vices and you don't give them up unless they end you up in jail. For the purists - gaol - but I'm a preferred non-purist. The Americans got it right. However they do spoil their pure record of straight forward talk by saying off of.

My creative gene is getting itchy. Unfortunately from the brilliant plot I had in my head about three weeks ago, I didn't write down and I'm waiting for something to trigger it back into my head. Maybe some sunshine? We haven't had much of it this summer.

Okay, okay. So what if I make a New Year Res right now... really!

I will post every day.

Stop laughing. It's a NY res and meant to be broken! Really!