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Compassion For Extinction #1000Speak

AND Five Day Photo Challenge #2

Five Day Photo Challenge

I went to see Jurassic Park the other day, (I loved it, if you haven’t seen it and you’re a fan of the first three then go, you’re missing out.) Anyway, the film and Monday’s post about the loss of penmanship got me thinking about extinction. Continue reading

Five Day Photo Challenge #1 – Spidermare

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I was nominated to take part in this photo challenge by Ali Isaac, who has a wonderful blog filled with fascinating tales of Irish mythology – check it out if you haven’t already, you learn something new with every post. I would like to nominate three of my blogging compadres to take up this photo challenge…

1. Ula because I think she’s fascinating and would love to see what she shoots

2. Keith – because he’s an awesome photographer already

See the rules below, never been much of a rule follower, so not only am I doing this over five weeks instead of five days, I highly doubt I’ll only post one story too! :p

The photo is of a common garden spiders nest of babies. Whilst they are growing as eggs they shed a skin. Once born they cling together usually in balls – but in trying to capture a macro shot I disturbed them – until they shed their second skin.  Continue reading

Writespiration #32

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If this Writespiration inspired you then jot a few words, a poem or a story and post below and I will post them with a link to your blog in next weeks post.

Here’s mine:

What is Love? By Sacha Black Continue reading

Writespiration #9

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Who did they murder? Was the murderer male or female or something else? Was it justified? Was it evil and cruel? how did they commit murder? Why did they do it? Were they forced or was it free will? why do they need a friend? Are they in prison? are they going to prison? Are they being put to death?

 

As ever let me know if this inspired you.

Writespiration #8

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I have posted this picture once before. It’s a photo that when I found it, changed my life. I’m not sure how to explain it. But, everyone has an inner image. A perfect self so to speak. An image of how you see yourself, or what you strive for. This is mine. This is how I would look if I could. I can’t because I cut all my hair off and don’t have the patience to grow it back, let alone have dreadlocks. But still. It’s more than that. This image – the whole image – represents me, on so many levels and in so many ways, I won’t bore you with. I could spend hours looking at this photo and I don’t really know why. It speaks to me, I need it. It’s also partly responsible for inspiring major aspects of my novel. It’s kind of a muse for me this picture. So I thought I would share it.

Do you have any particular muses? What are they? Pictures? People? Music? I would be interested to know what gives you inspiration.

Down to business –

Who is the girl in the photo? Where is she going? Where has the train come from? What is it carrying? Why is it carrying that contents? Why are there so many containers? Is the photo on Earth, or another planet? Why is she alone? What is she feeling? What is she doing? What secrets do the forests hold? Does the river the train is crossing hold any significance?

As ever, if this inspired you let me know, and don’t forget to tell me about your Muses.

 

Creative help needed… Enquire within.

I need help – creative artistic help…

But first a quick update –

I’m now at 27… and something weeks…. how did that happen!? I think that puts me firmly in the third trimester?

I have no idea what has happened in all the blogs I read, so forgive me I will spend the next week catching up on everyones.

BUT I have finished my dissertation! YAY. I still can’t quite get my head around the freedom yet! I still feel like I am meant to be doing something and I am still clock watching like I am under pressure! Except I’m not!!

We had a car accident a couple of weeks ago, were all fine, there were a few hospital trips, the teeniest of ruptures which meant blood passed between me and the baby but it was soooo small no one was worried.

So, now I just waddle more than I was waddling because of the SPD!!

So I am free now, to do whatever I want… So I have created a pile of books to read the height of me! and I have got my novel back out finally after what feels like a life time… and all things creative… I have been making wallets – duct tape wallets – pics below.

and now my problem…

The Creative / Artistic Problem… HELP…

I have been collecting images and such like on Pinterest and google as inspiration for different aspects of my novel. I want to do mood/picture/inspiration boards of some variety… I feel like I need to write notes in/around them, but the other part of me thinks I should have notes and images separately… I cant really decide how to do it or what they should look like… I have 670 images that need cutting out in preparation for this, and they will make several different boards, but I would love some suggestions as to how I should do it…

27 weeks

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23 Weeks – Week of the Kicks, and Nests.

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The Photos are a few days late in fairness, 23 + 3… but at least I took them this week! The double photo, has a comparison – week 22 vs. today 23+3.

I have to say I am gobsmacked at the difference. A lot of people have been saying that the didn’t think I had grown, and I was pretty sure I wasn’t growing all that much either. BUT apparently that isn’t the case! I am STILL growing!! and fast too! when I look in the mirror though I don’t seem to be any bigger and no one else thinks I am either – in fact the wife thought I had lost weight over the last week!!

Might be because I have been eating and craving fruit like its going out of fashion – I am glad because I would rather crave fruit than chocolate – although that said I did eat a box of chocolates over the last couple of days – ooops!!

So – this week…. It’s official… theres a weird alien inside me…. and you can feel it from the outside!! The sensations changed again when he moves, and it always takes me a couple days to realise that it’s him kicking and thats what the sensation is! So anyways I decided to shove the wife’s hand on my belly, as she has been getting upset she couldn’t feel anything as I have been feeling him move for weeks, well anyways – these kicks were very different and it was bizarre to be able to feel it on the inside and outside simultaneously. It was like some kind of… well I don’t even know how to explain it – a bit like a heart beat, or something huge literally knee-ing our hands!! and to me now, it feels like someone is having a proper rummage around my insides!

The other update – ‘Nesting’ ohh boy – I seem to have these ridiculous urges to clear out X or Y, and sort out Z. So much so, I forced my wife to help me finish unpacking the ENTIRE house!! box after box after box!! Clean down the furniture in the babies room, and unfortunately help me vacate my studio. I had to take the decision to get rid of it, because my wages will be cut so significantly that I wont be able to afford to keep it whilst I am on Maternity Leave… but thats another story I will tell you about another day.

P!nk the Machine!

I went to a P!nk concert on Saturday, and took a few photos, I was gobsmacked at how close we got, I really expected (because we had standing tickets, and rocked up at 7 just as doors opened) to be right at the back somewhere. Obviously I didn’t want to be at the front because I didn’t want to get crushed whilst pregnant. But low and behold we managed to stand just a few people from the front of the stage. So close in fact that I could see the sweat drip off her beautiful face, and her incredible six pack! Not only did she sing continually for two hours, but she also did her usual unbelievable acrobatics and showed some impressive strength lifting a guy horizontally off the ground whilst singing!

It was basically a lez fest! I haven’t seen that many lesbians all crammed into one room since… well since pride! and in fact, we happened to casually bump into a whole bunch of lesbians that we knew!

Anyway, I thought I would share a photo, one of her flying around the entire stadium. I thought it was particularly arty, and I impressed myself because it was so moody and interesting. I hope you like it as much as me.

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Sacha is Broken.

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I am broken,

I am broken,

I am broken.

Lost, in a dark pit of self loathing, and scornful hatred.

My skin is crawling with the rank stench of pity.

Their pity.

Their pity is anchoring my heavy soul further into this dark pit.

I am a failure.

I am a failure.

I am a failure.

I don’t work. I am abnormal, and I am pitied.

My heart is solidifying with sympathy,

A coal like sludge suffocating the pain inside.

I am pitied.

Their repetitions of comfort agitating my twisted, unstable mind.

I can’t breathe,

I can’t breathe,

I can’t breathe.