What cancelled show would I bring back?

I saw a post today on Twitter with a picture of Mork and Mindy and it made me think about all the cool shows I used to watch when I was growing up…

  • Saved by the Bell
  • Sister Sister
  • Mork and Mindy
  • California Dreams
  • My So Called Life
  • Cybil
  • Friends
  • Buffy the Vampire Slayer
  • Ally McBeal
  • Grotbags
  • Knightmare (loved the recent anniversary edition!)
  • Scooby Doo
  • Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
  • Trapdoor
  • Sex and The City

Ok, I know the age-range for the above is rather varied but they all mean something to me, and bring back all kinds of good memories.

The child in me would love to see ‘My So Called Life’ again – Claire Danes was amazing even back then.

The teenager in me would love to see ‘Buffy’ make a comeback, but maybe given how much time has passed, this may just be a little sad..

The early twenties me would love to see ‘Ally McBeal’ again; I swear, as much as that show was slated, I thought it was epic genius.

It’s just amazing to look back and think about how TV has changed, how much culture has changed, how much reality TV has dumbed down TV in so many ways (not that I don’t watch it… but still, isn’t it easier to do a reality show than to think of something original and creative?)

Maybe one day one of these shows will come back … and if they do, sure I’ll be happy… but I’ll bet you I’ll feel totally old.

Irritants and Oddities – Pt 2

Instead of the usual reflective post that often comes with the New Year, I’ve decided to jump straight back into the swing of things and post Irritants and Oddities – Pt 2.


The ‘back to school’ feeling you get after a vacation; two weeks of ‘holiday’ and now back to ‘school’ – or rather work. That frustrating need to draw out each moment of your last holiday weekend for as long as possible and the realisation that you really better sort out your washing and work handbag so you don’t take twice as long to get ready on Monday morning…

It’s like the end of an era.

Ok, that might be a tad dramatic. But, as Friends has taught me, an era is a significant period of time. And I guess two weeks out of fifty two to have a holiday at the same time as the rest of the world, eat alot, sleep alot, catch up on good TV, have fun without worrying what e-mails are stacking up in your absence… well, I think that’s a pretty damn significant period of time with quite a lot of damn signifance.

So yeah, ok – it really is like the end of an era. And I’m sticking with it.


My body clock. During the festive holiday, I have paid no regard to what time I go to bed or get up in the morning – a luxury given my normal working pattern during the rest of the year. Now, as my return to work draws ever nearer, my body clock has decided to wake me earlier and earlier as though to remind me that I will soon be seeing the darkness of early morning time once more. Up until now, and for one final hurrah tomorrow, I have been able to stick up two fingers to my body clock and roll over. And on Monday, my body clock will no longer be an oddity but rather a blessing that I never sleep through my alarm.


Anywhere But Here

If I could be anywhere but here…

I’d be:

  • In New York, in Central Park, with a steaming cup of Starbucks Hot Chocolate
  • In New York, in the Plaza, drinking champagne
  • In South California, on a golden beach, chasing the sea along the sand in my bare feet
  • In Waterstones, perusing the shelves until I find my book… *ok, I might have to work a bit harder for this one…
  • In a log cabin in the mountains, next to a roaring fire and looking at the snow out of the window
  • In an overwater hut, overlooking a bright blue ocean lying on a bed with crisp white linen

That Time Of Year

It’s that time of year again.

Those odd days that fall between Christmas Day and New Years Day.

It’s the time of year that I look forward to the most – a procrastinators heaven. No big day to prepare for, no work to get up for, no shopping or cleaning to be done (as I’m so well prepared for Christmas that my cupboards are bursting and my floors are spotless) and no other random social obligations to fulfil.

Each year, I have a plan – a plan to be creative, free with time, sleep, imagination…

And each year, I fall into the same trap. Computer games.

My husband, a seasonal gamer, uses this time of year to blitz the years biggest releases. His ideal way to spend his own downtime; away from the rat race.

And being the competitor that I am.. well, I just have to join in don’t I?

My writer’s notebook lies next to me – having had some passing attention this past day or so… but today, well today was just a write off with no writing.

They say to be a writer, that you must write. If there was a way that procrastination could be captured, bottled and sold then I think I would win hands down.

But until then, I guess I shall just stick with what I know and what I’m good at – pass me that controller.

Writer’s Whimsy

WARNING: This is a post of whimsy and a stream of consciousness under the influence of a glass of wine and the pressure of a thirty minute countdown until my better half returns home.

LOCATION: Kitchen Table

DOING: Typing on iPad, iPod dock on with music on shuffle

My mind has been busy during the week since I have last posted. And I don’t mean with the humdrum of life, I mean between washing the dishes, going to work, picking out what to wear in the morning, cooking the tea etc.

It’s like my mind has developed it’s own way of occupying itself during those normally blank and serene moments.

It’s trying to problem solve the embryonic plot I have whirling around the recesses of my brain but it’s whirling so fast I can’t catch it. And when I try to, it ricochets off the wall of my consciousness and sets off down a different path.

And then I trance out to the musical accompaniment that is inevitably playing in the background.

This could be in the car on the way to or from work, in the kitchen when I am washing the dishes or in my mind when it wanders to the safety of musical verse.

Music is great for providing nostalgia. A time, a place, an emotion – sometimes all of the above. Then the threads of nostalgia weave me back into writer mode – how can I capture that? How can I describe that feeling? Would my characters feel like that?

Can I write that?

And then I panic.

I’ve become a ‘wannabe’ writer.

I’ve subscribed to a writing magazine.
I’m a member of writing forums.
I’ve signed up to a course.
I scour the competition pages.
I have index cards, A3 paper, a white board and marker pens.
I have a cloud based research account.
I have a writers notebook.
I read. Alot.
I have a bluetooth keyboard for my iPad.

But the only thing I can bring myself to write is this blog.

I have the ‘Writers and Artists Guide: How to Write’ on the table next to me. I picked it up from my bedside table at the same time I picked up this iPad. And instead of reading about writing, I opted to write instead.

Which I guess is good.

But something deep in my gut remains unfulfilled.

My characters aren’t fully formed, my plot is full of holes, my world is full of contradictions and my conflict is undetermined.

I want to create characters like the ones that lived with me when I was growing up, in fact sometimes still live with me now. It doesn’t take much to recall them but when they appear, they are as 3D and as comforting as they were when I first discovered them.

If I can’t create my own characters that I want to spend time with, fight for – even fight with – then this writing game might not be for me after all.

I’m a writer in crisis.

Blog Life – My First Blog Award

This blog was ‘born’ on Friday 16th August and though I can’t quite believe it, it has already won an award thanks to Maddy over at beautify inside and out.

The award is the ‘Liebster’ award… [see cute shiny thing below] and is awarded to up and coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers.


Of course, it doesn’t come without it’s terms and conditions – one of them being I have to answer 10 questions put to me by my nominator. I think this might be interesting for my readers or it might not be depending on the reason you read this blog!

1. Do you believe in reincarnation?

Yes. Though I have no evidence of this and I don’t believe that it necessarily happens to everyone, I believe that it is possible. This doesn’t mean I believe in God as I don’t think reincarnation and God are mutually exclusive concepts but that’s a debate for another day.

2. Who is you favourite author?

Ugh. I am a big reader and to pick one would be just too tragic. I like all manner of fiction from horror to romance to mystery to thriller to ‘chick-lit’…

3. What is your favourite reality TV show?

I don’t like the new generation of reality television such as TOWIE and the like but I do admit to watching some old school formats such as X Factor, Wife Swap, Come Dine With Me, Supernanny & Top Model. Unlike some people who watch these shows, I don’t pretend that they are profound or intellectual. I watch them for entertainment – and I’m cool with that.

4. Do you prefer lollies or chocolate?

Chocolate – every time…

5. What book has changed you?

I don’t have one specific one – I think every book you read changes you in some way, even if only in a small way.

6. Cats or dogs?

I have both cat and dog so to pick one would create a karmic divide in our household. I love both though, for the record. I get different things from both of them.

7 Would you go skinny dipping?

Well, yeah. I mean – why not?

8. Is lying bad?

As a general rule of thumb, yes. However, a lot depends on motive and therefore ‘white lies’ do have their place and are sometimes acceptable if they are for the greater good.

9. Do you wish to be famous?

No… I’m a private person. I fantasise about what it would be like sometimes but I never wish for it to be a reality. Seeing my book in print in Waterstones? Well, I could live with that…

10. Are you tidy or messy?

It depends on which zone of the house you look at and what time of the week it is. Everything has a cycle and has its turn being messy, tidy then messy again. It gets tidied in turn and I do strive for lots of tidy at once, sometimes it just doesn’t work. So I’ll guess I’m an ‘aspirational tidy’. Nothing is so messy that the floors or covered, that drawers won’t shut or that things can’t be found though… so yeah. Tidy…

*drum roll*

And now, I look to my fellow bloggers to select 10 other recipients of this lovely award who will in turn get to a) post the award on their blog b) answer 10 questions from me and c) ask 10 questions of another 10 unsuspecting bloggers.

It’s like… a virtual chain letter but nicer!

  1. http://halfdecentgigrider.wordpress.com/ - Great blogger with a great attitude
  2. http://forlackofabetternerd.wordpress.com/ – NYC resident with a unique take on life
  3. http://terriponce.com/ – A novelist with a great attitude who I’d like to get to know
  4. http://kategallagherya.wordpress.com/ – A novelist with a new book due out soon – great humorous blog
  5. http://ajw95.wordpress.com/ – An aspiring author like me who needs some encouragement and support to make it through the writing process
  6. http://musingsofanaspiringscribbler.wordpress.com/ – A fellow writer with her own view on fanfiction
  7. http://apageofheaven.wordpress.com/ – A book review blog where I will be sourcing some new reads
  8. http://juiceb23.wordpress.com/ – Show some support for Lucy who is nearly 30 and has a list of 30 things to do before her big 3-0 birthday
  9. http://myeyespygallery.wordpress.com/ – Awesome photographer with thoughtful accompanying narratives
  10. http://3stagesofgirl.com/ – Funny Mom-Blog – hilarious posts

And here are my questions for you guys (and please elaborate!)…

1. Where is your favourite place in the world?

2. What is your favourite smell?

3. If you could be someone else for the day, who would it be?

4. Which celebrity do you wish you could make disappear?

5. What is your biggest ambition?

6. What is your biggest regret?

7. What is your favourite room in the house?

8. What is your first ever memory?

9. What is your favourite song?

10. Tell me something really unique/strange/odd about yourself that not many people know.

The World of Fanfiction

With the phenomenon that is Fifty Shades and the new venture that is Kindle Worlds, fanfiction is rapidly becoming mainstream.

As a fanfiction reader of 16 years, I’m actually feeling a little sad about it.

Not because I don’t think fanfiction is good or that the authors don’t deserve recognition but because for me, it was a world to escape to that existed outside of mainstream.

Back in the days of dial up connection, Angelfire and Tripod, I remember sneaking onto the PC to devour fanfiction at all times of the day and night.

It started with Buffy the Vampire Slayer – Buffy and Angel to be precise. Then it was all about Spike – Buffy and Spike. In fact, it was Buffy and Spike for a long, long time.

After perusing Angel and then Leverage fanfiction (because of Eliot who happened to be Lindsey in Angel which was an offshoot of Buffy…) and not quite getting the same buzz, it’s now all about Vampire Diaries fanfiction.

Damon and Elena, to be more precise. This generations Buffy and Spike – but not quite as raw or broken.

I think fanfiction is an amazing world to be a part of. I have even dabbled with writing some myself over the years. And guess what, everyone was encouraging and supportive and genuinely happy to read what I had written.

As a writer, it was an incredibly rewarding experience and gave me some of the best writing experiences I’ve ever had.

I didn’t write for profit or fame, I wrote for love. I didn’t read to criticise, I read to escape and live a little longer with the characters I had grown to love during the course of their series.

For me, fanfiction is a compliment to a writer – they have created something so special that viewers/readers can’t bare to let it go; the prospect of living without those characters or in that world is just too difficult to comprehend.

And sometimes, some of those worlds were a lot better than the reality that was my life. `

Now those worlds are expanding to incorporate more traffic, I worry that the fanfiction world itself will expand and transform beyond recognition for someone like me who remembers the magic of the ‘good old days’.

In a world of technological evolution, looking at the next cycle of innovation, I’m aware that this makes me sound old.

But for me, the fear is that the commercialisation of fanfiction will eventually wipe out one of my most precious sanctuaries of which I have the fondest memories.

I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.