Yearly tests with all the worry about passing would be daunting.
The smell of freshly baked cakes is something my nostrils can sense even behind this screen. I also did a lot of baking over the years for family. Kids are grown and I stopped doing that much baking. Over time I cut most of the sweets out of my life. Now I can't really eat them because it's not appealing anymore. It affects my palate in a way some people would feel with something very sour like sucking a lemon. I figured, with diabetes in my family's history I'm only helping to avoid it by declining sweets. So far, so good.
I've been really terrible about editing stories I wrote for a contest that had potential, but then I got bored with editing since the contest ended, and I moved on to newer things.
Those yearly tests are probably keeping folks alive. I often ask folks about when they are going to give up their keys. We are fortunate to have alternatives in this town.
I forgot about this contest. I've entered in the past.
Thanks for your comments. Yes, we do have a very pleasant time on a Wednesday morning each week. There’s something about an all female group of writers that’s different to a mixed group. We’re all very sensitive to each other’s feelings whilst not afraid to comment and suggest ways to improve our writing. We’re very lucky.
Sounds lovely! Those photos are beautiful. I love the the little cottages. What a pleasant time you ladies must have had in that venue. 1896 cottage. My house dates back to the late 1830's. I call it my money pit, though!
How beautiful the backdrop is with the local inhabitants. Kangaroos, and exotic birds!
Nature does what it does best. Something is food for something else. I saw that in Florida. A hawk nabbed a dove in midair over the lake outside my window. Thankfully it didn't land on my shore but went a bit further past my neighbor's place. I saw it pluck all the feathers off the bird. It made a perfect circle of feathers then proceeded to enjoy its meal until an Egyptian Goose flew down in front of it scaring it off. Of course as nature does, the goose was protecting its goslings close by.
was well received by my Wednesday Writers group of ladies. I wrote it for the Showing not Telling Contest. On Wednesday though the reason I read it to the group was because I had an alternative ending and wanted to pass it by the others. I was pleased I did because I was leaning towards changing the ending but was persuaded not to.
On a much far larger scale than a local group of lady writers, here on WdC when we share our words we are seeking the opinions of many others, most of whom may be better or at least more impartial than ourselves. I love good reviews and are often disappointed with the ones which just ticks the box.
I often wonder why I write and feel so strongly about my stories as I’m writing. However I might be in the minority, for when a story, on which I’ve spent many hours composing, editing and putting on display for the scrutiny of others, has done the rounds, I lose interest in it. I do nothing with it or even have a desire to do anything with it. I have hundreds of stories which I’ve been told I should self publish into books of short stories. I suppose the fact I’ve no interest in the publication side, must mean I write purely for personal satisfaction.
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