Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy and Bailey Get Motivated

Poster pups, Lucy and Bailey take a reluctant photo-call in the fresh air… 😀 Hilarious! 😛

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Lucy and Bailey

“Hey, Lucy. The sun is out.”

“Wa—huh. Oh, it’s you, Boss.”

“Come on let’s go outside.”

“Aw Boss. You know I’m still recovering from that teeth extravaganza.”

“How about you Bailey?”

“How about you Bailey what Pops?”

“Outside. You and me. Toss around the old tennis ball.”

“Mmm. Sounds delightful but I’ll pass.”

“Here. Take this toy. We’ll play fetch.”

“Gee Pops. Ever hear of siesta.”

“Sure, but you know I have a post tomorrow and I thought we could get some photos of a man and his dogs having a great time.”

“Hey, Lucy. You hear Pops. You in?”

“Oh yeah. I have the toy which you tucked under my paw. Now if I could only get up and take it to you, Boss.”

“Okay, you two. I can see we are going to have to spin this story in a different direction.”

“What are you doing, Pops?

“Bringing out the props.”

“There…

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The Eye of the North Book Launch

Standing on the shoulders of (giant) parental support – we all owe our achievements to those who made us what we are!
Traditional author SJ O’Hart tells us her personal tale at the launch of her debut children’s novel – The Eye of the North.

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The author, modelling her book, at the launch of The Eye of the North. Photo credit: Jan Stokes The author, modelling her book The Eye of the North, at its recent launch! Photo credit: Jan Stokes

Last Thursday evening, in Eason’s of O’Connell Street in Dublin’s city centre, I had the great joy of welcoming my book into the world in style. With the support of my publisher Stripes Books, and the fantastic organisational skills of Eason’s management and staff, I got to drink wine, make a (terrible) speech and read the first chapter of The Eye of the Northto a motley crew of friends, family and well-wishers.

It was a truly wonderful experience, and I will be grateful to everyone involved for as long as I have full use of my mind (which, hopefully, will be quite some time).

However, because I made rather a mess of the speech I had prepared – including forgetting to thank some very important people – I’ve placed the text…

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Views of the Neighborhood – The Fence

Heartwarming inspiration on the continuing theme of resurrection from the devastation of Harvey down in the Gulf of Texas.

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Some of you may recall on one of my tours there was a fence covered with numerous objects found on the beach. Hurricane Harvey took it and there was not enough left to take a photo.Fence Art - Port Aransas

I did have a photo of the original.

hurricane fence

I am pleased to report that the fence has been rebuilt.

Fence

Here is a shot of the one corner. The items on the new fence have for the most part been donated by residents.

Here is a longer view. That orange plastic thing on the right is a utility connection. The cover is gone, and the city ran out, and the plastic is temporary.

A close up of some of the items.

Another shot.

Pails, flip-flops, sand molds, a rake, and other trinkets that seem insignificant make up the inventory.

I love that shark shovel and the frog.

hurricane fence

Here is a photo of a piece of the…

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I’m SICK of being sick!

This is kind of a New Year Post… except that all this month I’ve had to go for a colonoscopy, scan and finally out-patients to get my conclusive diagnosis on what sort of IBD I have. That’s Inflammatory Bowel Disease – NOT IBS (irritable bowel syndrome, although it sure felt like it!) which isn’t quite so aggressive, hence the syndrome and not disease… 😦

So – the verdict is in and it’s Colitis rather than Crohn’s disease, which, luckily is pretty manageable if you can tolerate steroids. I can (or at least I was OK with the ones I had to take for a while for respiratory reasons). I started up with them yesterday, the day after I got out of the hospital pharmacy with a humongous bag, along with some upmarket Rennies for calcium replenishment, and a great big box of miniature gunshot grit, the purpose of which I’m not too sure of. You should have seen the size of the bag they gave me!

 

So far, so good after 24 hours – no having to use the en-suite bog because I’m averaging some kind of evacuation roughly 4-6 times an hour. Or feeling groggy in a bad way, not the hearty tot-o-rum way and can’t be arsed to get out of my pit… ‘Nuff said about that scenario, ‘cos that’s how we got the title of this little post! 😛

Suffice to say that, having everything firmed up (in every sense), I’m feeling more like tackling 2018 and putting plans into motion that don’t involve doing bugger all, all day long! At least over the holidays (this has all been going since December 8th), the telly was quite good and SKY Cinema had some decent premieres on. Trouble is my soap and daytime TV addiction has grown to mammoth proportions, so that’s going to have to undergo some Herculean discipline to slap me back into a universe where it doesn’t interfere too badly with online time. With luck and a following wind (the fresh and zesty variety!) 😀 I’ll get back into a 60/40 habit in favour of keyboard activity to mushy TV comfort viewing pretty quickly.

Back to the lovely same old, same old!

It won’t happen overnight of course. After a 2 month break from adrenaline-filled geek time, it’ll take mega nano-seconds to get back to my normal appetite for cyber activity – hopefully not too long. Here’s my souped-up ‘must have’ schedule for the rest of 2018!

  • more community-time
  • more ‘editorial’ activity with DreamWorlds Publishing
  • making time to get back into actually writing the Haven Lands series and not just thinking about it…
  • getting off my arse and start the editorials for The Qworks anthology – this is now festering way too much and needs some TLC, not to mention massive ICU attention

That’s enough professional stuff for now – and I’m not going to impose schedules that might prove impossible to execute. Losing control of your body teaches you not to make indelible goals because the real world can bite deep into your butt and lay you low!