Archive for August, 2011


Sometimes you come across a book that you are determined to read no matter how long it takes. The characters so good that no matter how long it’s been since you last read a piece you remember no matter what. The story so unique you really have no idea how it’s going to end before you actually get there.

                                                          Lasher Anne Rice

Last night I finally finished Lasher by Anne Rice ten years after I first started to read The Witching Hour. I remember thinking to myself that it had taken me five yours to read to read that one I also remember wondering how long this one would take me.

                                                           Taltos Anne Rice

Now I almost wish not to read Taltos, the last book in the trilogy of the Mayfair Witches. Because it would mean after ten years the story is actually coming to an end. Yet the more sensible side of me is saying…not for another five years though surely.

I’m sure if I were to talk to a close friend about this they would ask. If the books and the story are so good, why does it take you so long to read the things? They would have a valid pint. You see, I am a book a holic. I admit it, if I could only buy one type of thing for the rest of my life. I would choose books.

I can read a noel in a week. Considering I only really read at night time and I have roughly, give or take twelve books on the go at the same time.

I remember wondering about this very thing five years ago. But really there is no mystery to it. Anne Rice is such an amazing author that I saver every single word, and considering how much actual detail she puts in to the whole one thousand and fifty six pages of The Witching Hour and six hundred and forty pages of Lasher it’s really not that surprising it’s taken so long to read the dammed things. The question really should be: Why did it not take me longer than five years per book?

                                               The Mayfair Witches Trilogy Anne Rice

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I can’t wait to get my hands on another guitar.  This site looks like it’s all I’m gonna need…though that won’t stop me buying books.  lol

I love finding new sights and what not about guitars.  They just get me so exited about learning.  The enthusiasum from the sight just seaps into me.  I love it.

I love guitars and everything about them.  Soon as I find a job I’m doing some serious research into my next guitar!

I don’t understand how people who write every single day don’t run out of ideas to write about. I try to write once a week and find it hard to come up with a subject. Everything that runs through the mind as I sit in front of a blank screen I think is either dumb or stupid or even completely pointless.
This is one of the reasons that I admire writers of books and screen so much. Even if you don’t particularly enjoy what they have come up with they have been dedicated enough to sit down and get it done.

They have made sure to dedicate time of their lives to complete the project, to focus and not go off and just do anything and everything else. Or even just get on with their lives with their friends and family. Because I’m sure they would love to do just that.

This is also the same reason that I enjoy vlogs to much also, the time and effort, the attention to detail. It’s crazy, at a time when so many people are doing the same thing and everyone is trying to be different and stand out. Trying to still be themselves while trying to feel proud of what they have achieved by the end of it.

What I guess I am trying to say is about the haters and trolls out there is that, people put a bit of themselves into these projects. Be it a book, a blog, vlog, film….anything creative, so it actually hurts when these other people mean things just for the sake of saying something. You don’t like something, say something constructive or say nothing at all because negativity doesn’t help.

Think of a time when you are stuck, looking a blank screen determined to write or whatever, does it actually help when you slam yourself down? Or do you do your best work when you are feeling positive.

I don’t like the fact that trolling is encouraged by some people, because even if they don’t take it to heart (so they say) it makes the people doing it think it’s ok to do it to everybody else. Life is hard enough do you really need to make it harder on people, do you really want them to do it to you? I didn’t think so.

Criticism for the sake of criticism is unnecessary, unhelpful and disrespectful and I personally wish it could be stamped out for good.

I like being busy, I think it’s because it gives you a sense of purpose. No matter the task at hand, whether it’s cooking and baking. Making a vlog, taking photos, reading, writing it all mounts up to the same thing. I have a purpose in life, and it’s awesome. It especially helps when you enjoy everything that you have to do. Except for the house work, because let’s face it nobody in their right mind enjoys house work. Hovering, ironing and what not are a frustrating chore that if we chose do it first thing in the morning can be something that can be over and done with and we don’t need to waste another second of our precious day worrying about.

This I guess sounds like I’m making up some excuse for not writing a blog for the last two Sundays, but honestly it’s not. I just forgot. Plain and simple, I’ve been having fun.
Especially this week, I have just broken into the work of the Daily Vlog and it is awesome. Yes, I look and sound lame on camera…but learning to edit is so much fun. Finding material to record is hard work and so rewarding when I do.

Yes I know I hardly get any views but that’s alright, I don’t mind. I’m not doing this to become some kind of superstar. I’m not doing this to make money either, which is a good job because let’s face it I so wouldn’t be getting paid for what I have posted so far.
I’m doing this for fun plain and simple.

So many people forget about that element which is such a shame, because when it’s no longer fun it becomes work.