Well hello there. You are looking damn fine!
It has been a while since I have been on here and I could not be more thankful to Michelle for keeping the blog afloat. Now though I AM BACK and between us we are going to rock!!
Now just because I haven’t been blogging doesn’t mean that I haven’t been reading cos believe me – I was eating books for dinner. I can’t wait to start reviewing!
OK guys, here I am sharing with you another blog. It’s a blog I am part of and its a few reviewers who are sharing a few short stories of their own. This latest is one of mine.
How does an evening go catastrophically tits up. An evening that Adam had planned to a T. Everything in it’s place and perfect, him a bundle of nerves pacing waiting for Sophie to come home.
As the minutes ticked by he grew even more nervous. “Did she know what I was planning? Was she avoiding coming home?” He was muttering to himself. He had spoken to her just an hour before she left work. Having forgotten her phone today she called him from work to see if they needed anything collected on her way home. She sounded happy, so surely he was barking up the wrong tree.
Two hours later and dinner is ruined. The candles have burned down and Adam didn’t know if he was more pissed off with her or upset that his meticulously planned evening had been ruined. He grabbed a Corona, fuck the lime. Slugging back…
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Today is World Poetry Day, as such I have decided to bite the bullet, take the plunge, grab the monkey by the tail…. I could go on but I can hear you begging me to stop 😉
The Following is a Poem I wrote a few months ago. It truly is amazing how getting something down on paper can help you! If there is something rattling around that head of yours, I recommend grabbing a pen and a bit of paper and letting it all out. So here goes…
That Day
That day
The most significant day
It was the day my world shook
Violently
Was it raining? Cold? Windy?
I don’t know
I do know I will never remember the day I will never forget
Well… I remember screaming, the shocked faces just sitting, staring
I remember the sound of my phone ringing, and my body unable to move to answer it
I remember the sweet tea and even now I remember it was disgusting
I don’t remember making calls, maybe I didn’t?
I don’t remember packing, maybe I didn’t?
I do remember six long hours sitting in a car, shell-shocked
Sleep finding me five minutes from home, I think?
I remember their faces
Faces I wish I could forget
I wish I could forget that day
Ten years seem like such a long time
Yet that day could have been yesterday
So, if I can remember nothing how come I will never forget that day
Tanya Farrell – WLR FM – The Big Breakfast Blaa Interview
It’s Tuesday February 19th 2013, 9.30am and a milestone has been reached. It was the first airing of my slot on WLRfm. It was just the introductory piece, where I was recommending a book for listeners to read for the next time. What did I recommend? Well it would have to be one of my all time top favourites, Beautiful Disaster by Jamie McGuire. Enjoy!
After The Final Chapters 