I sometimes think to myself that I should be doing more but why? Nothing seems to go as planned and there are some people who would rather see you jump through all the hoops for them like a little trained animal than help you. Oh I know what you are thinking…..if you want something done then it is up to you to do it…….correct? Well my answer to that is you can only do so much before you finally throw in the towel and give up……….


Roland and I have been dreaming of moving to the states since early last year, building all of this dreaming on false hopes……hopes that the one in control would see what we needed and wanted and try to help us bring those dreams to pass…..but I think he has another agenda in mind……just tired of the lies, and the putting off and moving goal posts……we had hoped to be in America in November of 2015, we even went so far as to put an offer in on a home only to have all of that dashed due to the one in charge moving goal posts yet again.


We have had to watch as several homes that were just the right thing for a wheelchair have gone on the market and then been sold before the one in charge sees to it that we have the money to buy. Then the date of March 2016 came out in the agenda but again beings it is the middle of January those dates will again be set aside.



I just want to go “home”, not be in a place where neither of us are happy anymore due to many factors. The weather has been terrible, It didn’t seem like we had a summer, at least not to us. So much rain, wind, and cold. Who wants to go out in that kind of crap? At least in America we will have family around and grand kids who can come and have grandma sleep overs with junk food, movies, staying up way past the bedtime, and most of all fun and love that only grandparents can give… know the saying “What happens at grandma’s, stays at grandma’s”………….


Then there are neighbours, the ones who say one thing but mean another and who dictate who you can and can’t be friends with……you know the kind……don’t you? And if you don’t bend to their demands then they snub you like you have the plague………I hate living like this and it certainly is not doing Roland any good either, especially when he feels like he can’t even leave his own house without getting an evil eye from someone. Might as well be in a prison some place…..maybe get better treatment than we get here.


I will miss North Wales when we do finally get to leave……I love the Sea and the fresh air and I will always regret that I didn’t get to see the many places I really wanted to see while I lived here….it is sad in a way….but maybe in another lifetime? There are so many preparations to get done before the day of the big move comes…..lets just hope that the goal posts are not moved yet again. The disappointment is to much to bear anymore……….we have to think about getting our stuff shipped, sell our present car, and get this house on the market and hopefully sold before we go…….we are looking towards September 2016 but only time will tell…………..Will try to keep you posted but as I say I have no motivation right now to do anything…..


I think I am about to that point where I want to throw in the towel and give up…..but what is the point of that? “Don’t throw in the towel, just use it to wipe off the sweat and carry on”. I guess that is all for now so till next time from the Duskweald!!!!

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The Element Trilogy – a review

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Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000040_00067] Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000040_00067] For a change, I decided to produce a blog post around two reviews on two books from the same author Donna Galanti. In fact, they are the first two books in The Element Trilogy and, although I’m a slow reader, I’m looking forward to the release of the final book.

I won the second book in the trilogy in a competition that Donna Galanti ran on her website at, so I bought the first and read them in order. That proved to be the right decision, even if it meant delaying the first review.

A Human Element (The Element Trilogy #1)

The blurb starts off, “Evil comes in many forms…” and that is very true of both books. I was quickly drawn into the tragic life of Laura Armstrong, whose “friends and adoptive family members are being murdered, and despite her unique healing…

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Nadolig Llawen

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e8c22ed29bac57de910e4fcc46e9046b Slate Heart –

Nadolig Llawen. Dymuniadau gorau ar gyfer y Flwyddyn Newydd. Ffrindiau a chyd-awduron, Mai 2016 yn cael ei llenwi â chyflawniadau rhyfeddol.

Now the greetings are pronounced, no doubt incorrectly, I’m not planning to work on any resolutions – either today or next week, when I may be under the tree. What’s the point if my resolutions get scrubbed out in February.

And it’s likely that my other glaring errors will return somehow. As Billy Liar says, “I turn over a new leaf every day. But the blots show through.” [And if you haven’t read Keith Waterhouse’s novel, add it to your reading list.]

Fortunately, in this digital age I have a backspace key, a delete button, a built-in editor, and a conscience, so I can correct some blots on my landscape before anyone realises what I’ve done. One problem: I struggle with the editing process, and I…

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The Fall

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Autumn is not here yet, and the leaves are hardly turning, so I had no reason to shout “Timber” as I hit the ground. Well, the floor of the bathroom – and my head and shoulders hit the shower.

Getting to the toilet is never easy, especially at night – or in this case at 7 a.m. in the morning, when it involves two wheelchair transfers. Multiple sclerosis drives me crazy. My body cramps up in bed, so I need to push, roll, and force my un-cooperative legs onto the floor. Then I have to push myself up off the bed and, using the bedside cupboard for extra support, swing into my wheelchair without falling. Stage One complete.

But then I need to reach the toilet before my bladder gives up on me – and it has a couple of times. And I need to do this without my legs…

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Critique partners and Beta-readers

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InsecureWritersSupportGroup2This post arose because I have just given my first critique for a fellow writer in the Insecure Writers Support Group’s Critique Circle on Facebook. And it is the first Wednesday of October, so this is myIWSG monthly post.

I felt that it was the perfect time to look at what the experts had to say about the critique process. So where better than starting with a useful post at IWSG on what to look for in a critique partner:

“The manuscript is polished – huzzah! Time for another set of eyes to look at it.

Beta readers/test readers are often those who are just readers of our genre. They’re great for spotting flaws in the story. But we also need skilled writers to go over the manuscript and examine the plot, the character arc, the grammar, the structure, etc. Enter–critique partners.

What should we look for in a…

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Would YOU miss me?

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From DeviantArt. For if one link in nature's chain might be lost, another might be lost, until the whole of things will vanish by piecemeal. From DeviantArt. For if one link in nature’s chain might be lost, another might be lost, until the whole of things will vanish by piecemeal.

Or rather would you miss my weekly blog posts? I was trying to think of something worthwhile to blog about, but kept rejecting the crass ideas.

Who wants to read about “A World without Shakespeare”?

Why pose the question “What sort of heroine rules your mind?” in any genre?

What is the point of musing about “Autumn Fruitfulness” if it’s not the “Colours of Fall”?

My inspirational “The Difference between Critique and Beta Readers” will be next Wednesday’s IWSG monthly post.

So I reached the conclusion that I wouldn’t write anything, and then see whether anyone noticed. Shtako! I’ve written something after all.

But what next?

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What lines set you alight?

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I was going to blog about ‘A world without William Shakespeare’ but the prospect was too horrendous – even if Christopher Marlowe hadn’t been killed so young.

Did that line grab you, or turn you livid with anger?

How important to you is the first line of a book? I admit there have been some great ones. My favourites, and I read these decades ago, are:

There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it. — C. S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (1952)

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. – George Orwell, 1984 (1949)


But such lists are open to debate, and trying to pick favorites can be a challenge.

Getting that opening right, finding the right words, choosing the moment to start that is the question. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to…

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Passage to America

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The USS Macon sails over lower Manhattan, on October 9, 1933. (AP Photo/U.S. Navy) The USS Macon sails over lower Manhattan, on October 9, 1933. (AP Photo/U.S. Navy)

A short while ago we were attempting to get my US visa, buy a house, sell this one, and then fly ourselves and four pets to the US by Christmas.

That’s now a non-starter.

No prizes for guessing why we’ve had to postpone. Just accept that there was the lack of fraternal support over here, regardless of the excitement across the Atlantic.

So we have postponed my medical – the next stage in the visa process. We’ve also put a hold on the whole housing issue. Now we have to face months more of living in a difficult situation.

However, we have made a momentous decision, not least because flying the four fur babies was not only daunting, but also stressful for them – and expensive. It was going to cost us £4,000 to fly them…

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Bring on the Revolution

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As there is no progress on the Idaho front, I am reverting to another aspect of my weekly Pick’N’Mix Theme – Books.

So we start with my review of the last book that I’ve read, T E Taylor’s Revolution Day.

Who can a revolutionary trust?

As an autocratic and repressive ruler hanging onto power after 37 years, Carlos Almanzor seems to have little choice as he tries to survive. The scenario that Tim Taylor paints so vividly echoes the real-life situations of so many abusers of power, and the downward spirals of many dictators. And the scheming of Carlos’ colleagues proves very Machiavellian – very appropriate since I won a copy of “The Prince” on the launch day of Tim’s engrossing novel.

In a way, I could relate being part-Chilean and having known both refugees from Pinochet and supporters of the Sandinista Revolution. The Latin flavour worked as well…

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