To blog, or not to blog, that is the question…

I’m still very new to the world of blogging and often find myself wondering when is the appropriate time to blog. Is there such a thing as too much blogging? Or maybe not enough blogging at all? All of these philosophical questions have plagued my mind as i’ve avoided paperwork, and plodding through my never ending to do list this morning. I’m still not convinced whether i’m doing this right, or even if it’s something anyone else in the world would want to read, but i’m finding it a great way to explore without talking to myself out loud and possibly looking slightly odder than I already do!   But I digress! So I thought what better time to blog than now, since my brain was already on a ramble of its own, and with the manic weekend i’ve had I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to empty my head of some of the overflow from the weekends events. A lot of my work is weekend orientated and this weekend I was lucky enough to be part of the Welsh Cub Fun day in Wales, celebrating 100 years of the scouts. A manic day with over 2,000 scouts present for a day filled with fun so all hands on deck. I attended with my books and a range of my animal friends (and some human ones too!) to help give the scout cubs some educational and fun hands on experience with some unusual animals.   As manic as events like this are though, they always remind me of why I love what I do. The excitement, the...

The great battle of time.

Those phrases, ‘Tempus Fugit- time flies’ the well-known ‘I need more hours in the day’ or ‘There’s just never enough time.’ A few of many quotes that seem to represent the daily lives of most people. It always makes me think of the white rabbit and his pocket watch rushing about shouting ‘I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date!’   Every conversation about time I hear lately is about there not being enough of it. I didn’t get to do this or I didn’t get to do that, there just wasn’t enough time. Or time ran away with me.   Got me to thinking well, where is time running to? Is someone stealing and stockpiling it? Or is there a government time conspiracy? Probably not, and I’m just as guilty as everyone else for blaming lack of time on things I haven’t done. But as I think about it, is it really a lack of time that is an issue? Or more the need to take a different approach and view on the matter.   Many would argue life is too short to be the white rabbit, always chasing that lost time. Wasting energy stressing about all the time that’s already lost. It’s gone, and without a time-turner it’s just memories we should cherish, enjoy and learn from rather than struggle over and I personally agree on that, plus I’m too lazy to waste energy stressing J   Others would say we just need to plan and prioritise better, don’t waste a precious second. Be more organized, don’t procrastinate on facebook or twitter. My husband’s favourite phrase...

Of Penguins, Pandas & sneezing of course!

I often get people asking me about where my stories come from. Each one evolves and grows differently, but here’s one of my most recent stories.   I recently wrote a story called ‘The Penguin and the Panda,’ which came from two completely separate sources of inspiration that randomly fused together.   First came the panda. A friend of mine has a very intelligent little boy who loves pandas in fact he loves them so much he became fascinated by sneezing panda videos on youtube. First seed planted in my dysfunctional brain, rooting itself down looking for an opportunity to spring.   Then came the penguin. The penguin actually came to me in a dream, as penguins do of course. I had a dream that I was at a friend’s animal sanctuary. She had taken on a group of penguins that had been found at a bowling alley. (Because penguins are obviously expert bowlers.) After many weeks of building a spectacular habitat for them with an awesome slide, (all penguins need slides,) it was the opening day of the penguin enclosure. Unfortunately a stray member of the public decided to go for a swim with the penguins to try and give one a cuddle, so had to be rescued by me who heroically dived in, epically like a scene out of Hollywood. The poor confused penguin hugger had started sneezing though as he was removed from the penguin habitat. And the sneezing woke me from my dream, inconsiderate dream characters rudely waking me up!   The days passed and the two remained completely unrelated, although I must admit I have...

And so the blog begins …

Start a blog they said. Everyone does it nowadays they said. Ok I said, but what do I write … think, think, think.   So here goes. As far as I’m aware there are no real rules when writing a blog,(if there are I’m probably breaking them all.) I think it is a chance for someone to express themselves and others to read (if it interests them) So I apologise in advance for my random ramblings and the musings of my disorganised mind.   I have only been writing for a few years now as a grown up, but as a child I was always writing and coming up with stories and adventures. There was no limit to what could be achieved in my imagination. The problem I found writing as a child though, was grown ups. Not all grown ups I must admit, but some grown ups who would tell you as a child to stop daydreaming, to stop wasting time on silly little stories and do something productive. So the stigma of worrying about sounding ‘silly’ or being the odd ones out my stories were locked in my head safely away from the paper where they could be scrutinised or mocked. But the stories never went away and if anything the seeds of the stories planted and grew in my mind creating a life of their own like my own library in my mind.   Eventually though, those sneaky stories of mine found their way free again. A tiny escape route at first, as I daydreamed and doodled on a paper while avoiding paperwork, little rhymes on...