Witches by Roald Dahl

Scary

Imaginative

Amazing

This isn’t so much a review as a reminder.  Roald Dahl’s books are so much fun to read.  Everybody, man, woman, and child, should read some of his books.

A quick reminder, this book, Witches, is actually quite scary.  It talks about witches getting rid of children by all sorts of horrendous means.  Make sure your child is old enough to read this without getting nightmares.  Oh, and make sure you can handle this without nightmares (I made sure to read it on a week when my fiance wasn’t leaving town 🙂 ).

witches, roald dahl

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Six Word Memoir – an update

I came up with two six word memoirs.

Bar too high; should I limbo?

Forgot to start; ready to begin.

If you want more information about what I’m writing about check out these posts mine (a reblog) or here (the original blog).  Oh yeah, be sure to check out the comments for other bloggers’ six word memoirs.

And please give it a shot (or several).  It’s a pretty fun challenge.  And if you come up with something please post it, I’d love to see what other people do.

Six Word Memoir

What a fabulous exercise!

I’m still trying to come up with my six word memoir. I’ll keep you updated as I work.

What about you? Can you write a six word memoir? Care to share?

Shambolic Living

Do you remember Ernest Hemingway’s short, short story. For Sale: Baby shoes, never worn.? At the Smith Magazine Larry Smith used Hemingway’s story as inspiration and asked his readers to describe their lives in six words. It was supposed to be a month long competition but now five years later it’s still going strong.

Oprah Magazine ran an article on the six word memoir this month and there were some great ones in there. My personal favourite was Trudy Love Tantalo, 60 who came up with Was hot. Raised kids. Lost cool. Although kudos also goes to Kimberly Kilroy, 53 with Still fit into high school earrings. There were some particularly poignant ones as well, Melinda Hui, 38 Abandoned at 5. Learning to thrive. While Melanie Barbour, 34 shared Stage IV cancer made me live.

How would you define your life in six words?

I’m struggling with the task…

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Imagination: The Pros and Cons

Overactive

Nightmarish

Disappointing (not in every way, but sometimes)

I’ve been having nightmares.  And I’m not even sure I can call them nightmares.  They happen at night, but I’m never asleep.  Dang me and my highly developed imagination!

I don’t normally curse my imagination.  After all, my imagination allows me to escape any mundane, irritating, or painful situation I’m in.  It let’s me explore new worlds and meet new people.  I feel very lucky to read a book and become completely immersed in the story being told.

But, there’s always a but, sometimes my imagination is more of a curse.  Like at night.  Especially when my fiance is out of town (thankfully he’s back now).  I recently read (and reviewed) Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children.  I mentioned I found it scary.  And it was.  But, even worse, it’s still scaring me!  The monster in the book has carved it’s way into my psyche.

I see the monster whenever I get up at night.  And I have a 9 month old daughter who most assuredly does not sleep through the night.  That means I get up anywhere from one to four times a night to take of her.  And I am certain, every time, that the dang monster is in my home.  It’s on the stairs, or it’s in the room across the hall, or I hear a creak and I know it’s about to come in to the nursery and tear us apart.

I’ve started turning lights on when I get up to nurse my daughter.  It helps.  Then on the return trip I have to turn the lights off and make my way back to the bed.  I always look at my dog (he’s also a chicken) right before turning off the lights.  If he is sleeping (which he always is) then I know no monsters have sneaked in while I was with my daughter.  Then I quickly walk (I do not run, what if I trip? then I’m a sitting duck for the monster) to the bedroom and jump in to bed.

Once my body is completely under the covers I can breathe a little sigh of relief because, as everyone knows, monsters can’t get you when you’re under the covers.  Then I cuddle up a little closer to my fiance and feel my heartbeat slow, always certain I’ll never fall asleep before Daughter wakes up again.  Then I sink deeper in the mattress and let the comforting darkness of sleep keep me safe from all the monsters.