YES THERE IS INDEED NO REST FOR THE WICKED. I am run off my feet with ... what to do? Just pointless little tasks. When I actually "want" to stay at home and properly actuate this "Spring Clean" (because so far it's got only a quarter done, twice) ... I never get anywhere. Come here. Go there. Do this. No! Stop and do that ... and what was I meant to do? It's all like this.
On a totally discordant "note" hey ~ I had another idea. For children's stories. I don't know why, but I always wanted to be a writer of children's adventure stories since I was a child.
I don't remember standing up in class assembly (when we all, one by one, had to declare our ambitions to the entire school) ... standing up and saying "I want to be an author!" It's only because an evil girl in a higher year (and I was so tiny back then that she towered over me like a monster) came up that afternoon and mocked me: "Author! Author! I want to be an author!" that I remember the fact. And that little event has spurred me on ever since.
And no it's not about wizards.
Yesterday I remarked on how many ideas I have (and how many come to fruition?) And was reminded it's far better to have ideas that have yet to bloom than no ideas at all! Too true!
When I was very young someone much older than me told me this. And I've had a penchant for mentally collecting proverbs ever since... That if you don't send some boats out, "your boat" will never come in ...
And that's extremely true also!
The illustrations are (in case you have a crap monitor, or don't know the books): No Rest For The Wicked ~ Ozzy Osbourne album; Enid Blyton's Five Run Away Together ~ she is the world's biggest selling children's author with sales of over 600 million (though seemingly virtually unknown in America!); R L Stein's Goosebumps ~ huge number of titles with aggregate sales said to be in excess of 250 million ...
WORDLESS WEDNESDAY - Brussels Royal Palace
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Once a year since 1965 the Royal Palace in Brussels is open to the public
after the National Holiday on 21 July until end September. There is no
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3 comments:
Our kids had Enid Blyton books because of my husband.
My husband wrote a child's adventure poem before I met him. It's very quaint and old fashioned now but my daughter in particular loved it and so did our son's gf's daughter.
I think that it would be good to follow your dream to be an author.
SB: I don't remember how young I was but I must have been tiny for she towered over me. Like a nine-foot-tall woman would today. Well she did me a favour because my dream got imprinted in my brain thanks to her ... otherwise I might have grown up convinced I wanted to become an engine-driver ...
JEANNIE: you should get it in print ...
SYD: yes and I refuse to do anything else!!
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