The rain in Spain…..I mean Scotland…

Hi there,

Sorry I’ve been useless at posting this week.  I’ve been away on business most of the week.  Sadly, next week won’t be much better as I’m going to be in sunny Spain for a week and won’t be allowed near a computer. (Blackberry coming with me – I keep it close to my heart – LOSER).

Wouldn’t you know it…over the past months the weather in Scotland has be G-R-I-M. Rain and fog have hindered our fair city and summer is just something that happens to other countries. Now that I’m getting ready to hop a plane to somewhere warm, Edinburgh has had a few nice evenings. I even managed a BBQ in the garden last week. (probably the last one for the year)

Well, wish me luck in the tan-top-up department and I’ll catch you in a week.

For now, happy writing.

Eliza D

Writing Prompt: To Sleep, perchance to dream

How many times have you heard someone say, “I’ll sleep on it”?

I’ve never been a good sleeper. I toss and turn and sometimes resort to a glass of red wine to help knock me out.  When night falls and the rest of the world is quiet, I think. It’s as though someone has opened the drawer to the filing cabinet that is my head and pulled out all the files, tossing them in the air for me to sort.

When I’m feeling particularly sleep deprived, I become shaky and irritable, as though I was going through some chemical withdrawal, like a speed addict crashing. However, there are some times when my body says, “shut up, lie down and rest”. When that happens, after hour upon hour of wakefulness, when I can finally drift off, I dream.

When I wake (usually after 10 or more hours when I’ve reached that point) I feel calm and have the clarity I need to start again. It’s as though I have a clean slate from which to work. When I dream, I dream in colour, I dream solutions, I dream of people I know and places where I want to be.

Sleep is a great tonic. So…make a sleep date for yourself. Get comfortable, tuck yourself in, have some hot chocolate, close the drapes and sleep to your heart’s content. When you wake up, write down the first things that come to mind. They might be dreams, first thoughts, a measure of your mood, anything! It’s when your mind is most open to ideas, so enjoy.

Writing Prompt: To sleep, perchance to dream

I’ll leave you with one last thought:

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:


The Appointment in Samarra, as retold by W. Somerset Maugham

The speaker is Death


There was a merchant in Bagdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just now when I was in the marketplace I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was Death that jostled me.  She looked at me and made a threatening gesture,  now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate.  I will go to Samarra and there Death will not find me. 

The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went. 

Then the merchant went down to the marketplace and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, Why did you make a threating getsture to my servant when you saw him this morning? 

That was not a threatening gesture, I said, it was only a start of surprise.  I was astonished to see him in Bagdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.

Writing Prompt: Missing

I know there’s a full moon out tonight, but I can’t see it through the mist and rain. One of my favourite things is to sit on the bench in my garden and watch the moon rise. I guess I’ll be deprived of that tonight, but I like the idea that it’s there, even without the clear view.

It makes me think of some of the other things in life that we depend on, even when you can’t see them. Love is that way, so is friendship. If it’s real, it doesn’t end, even when you can’t communicate. I’m missing some key people in my life right now; people I can’t see or speak to for various reasons, but find myself thinking about them a lot lately.

Is there someone you haven’t spoken to in a while that you miss? If you had a few minutes to say anything to them, what would it be?

Writing Prompt: Missing

Writing Prompt: Best Intentions

At the end of the day, we’re not judged by what we meant to do, but by what we did. I recently hurt a friend of mine, not intentionally, but regardless of intent, the result is the same. I sit and wait to see how far the extent of the damage in hope that whatever it is, it’s not too late to make amends.

Is there a scale embedded in a person’s heart that measures their wishes against their deeds? Have you ever caused an injury despite your best intentions?

I haven’t much more to say on the subject except that I wish with all my heart that I can salvage the situation.

Wish me luck.

Writing Prompt: Best Intentions

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