After the clear up from the awards ceremony of which one or more should have been presented to everyone, I feel rather tired and a little deflated now that the excitement has gone flat. It goes without saying that I am a keen blogger, I love to read and catch up on all my blogs on the side of this page and I make time to read all the blogs which have been announced daily on the Purple Coo site of which I am an avid fan. I would like to think that I have not upset any one by missing them out and that they will accept my apologies if I have. You should all consider yourselves worthy of awards, in all categories. If I have had the honour of being presented with them, then you all deserve that honour too. So, like I said, please forgive me if I missed you out. It was not intentional. And remember, even though it is a great feeling to receive an award of any kind, they are not BAFTA's. They are fun.
I saw a magpie today. I don't see many here and if I do they generally come in droves. However, one flew by and landed on a hedge in my view. What's a girl to do! Wait until I get home to find sorrow upon me? Stop the car and hope another one joins it, sooner rather than later? I can not remember who kindly advised me on the etiquette of magpie introductions, but I was determined not to ask said magpie how his wife was, or spit in my car. Instead I told it simply to "bugger off". And when I got home, Molly had done just that; buggered off. She has a terrible if not annoying habit of following the tractor and when she realises the tractor is in a field, she moves up into high gear. Amy and I spent twenty minutes shouting and screaming for her to come back, our wandering around the farm being a total waste of time, when it suddenly struck me that she would be with the farmer. Thankfully she was. And so was Sparky. Both had not a care in the world as they peered at me through the glass door and I then realised that the malevolent magpie had sought it's revenge upon my rather flippant request of "bugger off".
Sitting in the car park at school today, a good friend by my side, I told her my exciting news. Exciting for me at least, some think it is a joke, others think it is barmy but she was happy for me and has encouraged me to keep going. My exciting news? I have found the ending to my novel. I have decided how I want it to end. That means I have something positive and solid to work towards. I am happy with my decision about an ending and it has given me other ideas of how to get there. My inspiration came as I listened to one of my favourite pieces of music; Adagio by Tomaso Albinoni. I just have to figure out the bit in between now.
I have also had lots of encouragement towards achieving my novel from cyber friends. Getting to know some of you who already have published novels under your belts has been nothing less than inspiring. My family will me on, perhaps a little biased but it helps and my friends at home are all so supportive. Even the farmer seems proud that his wife is actually doing something when sat "relaxing" at the computer, she is not just browsing or blogging. Although to him it might seem that way. When it comes to the paranormal, my husband's belief's are somewhat different to mine. His father was the same and so are most of his friends. I do not expect to share every thing with my husband, some things a girl has to keep to herself, but occasionally I would like his approval. Sometimes I would like him to just peer over my shoulder and say, "wow!" even if he did think it was bollocks.
But what is bollocks to one is the dogs to another. And so I will continue. I have only myself to blame if this novel goes belly-up. I have only myself to blame when money becomes so tight we send Amy and Sparky out to beg on the streets of Alnwick.. But right now, I am excited. I have ideas tearing around my head at break neck speed and a note pad quickly filling up. And what if it does flop. I can always try again. And again. And I will.