And now for something different…

You may be aware that I like to write rhyming stories. So, it comes with great trepidation and a large amount of courage to announce that I have stepped over to the dark side for a brief moment in time!

After spending numerous hours researching the pro’s and con’s of eye patches and trying to figure out which public domain would be best suited to help with my written word on this subject (see watcha doin’ for a better explanation), I came across a competition for writers through my bible aka The Writers and Artists Yearbook 2012.

However, there is to be no fluffiness or pink clouds or anything that lovely this time as the competition is to be on short stories of the criminal nature. Gasp. Horror. Shriek.

Anyway, I have written a wee piece called Siren and after lengthy conversations with my in-house proof-reader (Neil) we have managed to get it down to under 1000 words.

It’s a monthly competition where the theme changes and there is a winner and four runners-up every month. However in November they announce the overall winner which results in publication. So…onwards and upwards I go. Wish me luck!

Dance like no-one is watching

Another Sunday morning and after numerous games of chess, draughts, I-spy and putting the world to rights Broadley style, my wee rugrats have finally succumbed to the chill out zone (aka the sofa). Now that I have some time, I can reflect on a wee party we attended last night.

Getting involved in school events is a bit like a rock and a hard place – you really want to help out but you either don’t have the time or sometimes sadly the inclination or enthusiasm.

Anyway, I helped along with all the other usual suspects.  And what a great night it was. For all those who haven’t been to a ceilidh before, if you need a great way to get your kids tired in the hope of that ever elusive lie in, then this is the event for you. It was great to see so many in kilts, the effort made by all was fantastic. Some times ceilidh’s can be a hit or a miss, but the parents and kids who came along put our fears to rest and the dance floor was busy all night.

The makeshift bar went down ‘a wee treat’ and was dry by the end of the night,  surely a good sign that the adults had as much fun as the kids! Needless to say the tuck shop had a steady stream of eager kids waiting for the sugar hit from all the goodies – well, if you can’t give them sweeties on a Saturday night then when can you?

In true event style, I asked a ‘panel of experts’ (N and C to all that know them) to sum up their experience of the night, so here you have it:

So tell me Mstr N and Mstr C, what did you think of the Ceilidh last night?

Wee N – ‘I thought it was good and it was really good dancing. I got some pennies from you and Dad and I bought some sweets. I liked wearing my kilt but half way along the road it nearly fell down and I had to pull it up. It was really fun but I lost on ‘Heads and Tails’ and  ‘Coin Roll’ and I was quite sad at those two games. But we got to run around and it was great fun.’

Wee C – ‘My good thing was that the sweeties were so chewy I got to suck them. When I was wearing my kilt I thought I looked like a girl but I do like wearing it. I danced with my cousin C but I was quite squished.’

And there we have it folks. Ceilidh’s rock – as do the sweets, kilts and games. Sorted.

Next up – the May Fair…help ma boab!


A productive day at the office

I am feeling a sense of enormous well-being today after finally updating information on all my work to date. Not being the slightest bit technically minded, I think I have done not too shabby a job either, although it did take me a while!

I am trying (very – as some folk might say, yeh you know who you are!) to master the technical side of things too. Let me know what you think!

Click  link here for the updates made today!

Learning To Fall

My wee rugrat had a bump on the head.

Well, I don’t mean a ‘there, there, you will be fine – now get outside and play’ kind of bump, I mean a ‘Holy Coo must not cry but get ambulance as quick as I can’ kind of bump. Needless to say we are all fine now. Few more grey hairs but fine none the less. Sigh.

Sitting in the  waiting room with said rugrat made me realise what a fantastic place the Sick Kids in Edinburgh is. Dr Murray was the best bit – very solemn but so funny and just what I needed as I watched the biggest needle I have ever seen in my life go into the hole in rugrats head. Said rugrat was amazingly brave through it all and was cuddled that little bit tighter and longer that bedtime along with his brother.

Anyhoo, I decided that I needed to thank them for all their help and for taking good care of us both, in what was quite an eventful day in the life of The Broadley’s.

So, lo and behold, The Sick Kids Friends Foundation is working in conjunction with Borders Writers Forum and have invited the general public, whether published or not, to submit a poem or short story for their competition.

I must admit that I had a wee smile when I heard that the submission was to be based on ‘Illness and The Child’. So, rugrats that fall and end up in ambulances really gave me an idea there.

I nervously submitted my poem ‘Learning To Fall’ along with my donation to such a worthy cause. Here’s hoping we won’t be seeing The Sick kids again any time soon, in a good way that is.

Winners will be announced in June along with amount raised. If you would like to donate to the sick kids, here is the link:

Talking to wee people…

What a great way to spend a Thursday morning.

I was invited into the unknown and secret world (wee C’s words not mine) of a primary 1 class. My mission, that I daringly chose to accept, was to read to his class as part of book week. So, I arrived, 3 coffees for the better I might add, clutching my second last copy of ‘No Chocolate For Sam’. And wow, there they all were. Forty non-blinking eyes to match the twenty cheesy grins and the scene was set.

I had rehearsed a wee speech in my head but I think being un-prepared when it comes to wee people is the way forward.  I completely forgot how small the seats were, took me back so it did. Wee C’s grin was amazing to see and I felt really proud to be there and read my work rather than someone else’s. They all seemed to like it. Well in  so far as none of them fell asleep or picked their nose. I even had a mini Q & A session and I thought I did pretty well not to laugh – kids are just amazing wee things and their sheer innocence and niavity astounded me.

So to clarify P1K, no – I don’t have an office but I would like one, I am more like Master Potter stuck under the stairs away from all the muggles, yes – I was your teacher at tumble tots,  yes – that’s great that you have cats too and no – I can’t read my very bad hand writing in my notebook very well either.  A well known author had been there the day before and seemingly I am  as cool as her as she had a notebook too!

You know the saying, never work with children or animals but it was brilliant fun and I wanted to stay.