Frozen

Sometimes your heart is frozen.

It takes a lot of effort to melt the ice.

Depending on how cold it is it will take several attempts to defrost.

If your heart has been without love for a long time, it is used to the cold, yes almost comfortable that way.

When a heart is cold, it has shrunk in size, almost incapable of loving again.

If you want to melt that heart you need to be patient, cope with setbacks and being pushed away.

If you have patience and can be strong and even forgive, it will all be worth it in the end.

picture and words by B.E.Potter ©️2018

Another Way

This is really good advice from an experienced writer,

Kathy Sharp

PhotoFunia-1497431558You love writing, yes? You want people to read your work, don’t you? So you look for a publisher. It may take a long while, but at last someone takes an interest, and, scarcely able to believe your luck, you find yourself signing a contract. Success!

But do you know what? At that moment the writing you loved undergoes a subtle change; it becomes a product, an item to be sold, and subject to all the cruel laws of the marketplace. When you were writing your book, did you think about selling it? If you did, you’ll be well prepared for what comes next. If not – and you’d be surprised how many people don’t give it a thought – you might be in for a shock when the full requirement for selling and promotion becomes apparent. You will have to start thinking of your book, and subsequent works, as…

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Book Review: Still Me by Jojo Moyes

This is the third book in the Louisa Clark ‘adventure’. The story follows Louisa to New York. She is taking on the role as a personal assistant to a very rich lady. She leaves Sam, her handsome paramedic behind and the distance soon takes its strain on the relationship. She loves her new life in New York and her new role, but through misplaced loyalty she finds herself in an awkward position in the big city.

I don’t want to give to much away, as the story has many twits and turns. I loved this book, just as much as the two that came before it. Louisa’s voice comes through very strongly. The book is touching on many different levels. It will make you smile, cry and re-think. I like it as a follow up as the character Louisa has grown and developing a very strong sense of self. I would classify it as chick lit, but very entertaining and well written. It is an easy and pleasurable read. Highly recommended!

A sense of place

Yesterday I went to a writing workshop with the theme ‘A sense of place’. The guest speaker was Rosanna Ley. Her latest book came out last year with the title: ‘The little theatre by the sea’. The workshop started of with a little visualisation exercise. We had to close our eyes and imagine a place we feel comfortable in. Any place, form the present or the past. Then she asked us to write down the following:

How does the mood of the place change during the day?

How does the place feel in different kind of weather?

How does it smell?

Taste?

Touch?

What is the atmosphere, the mood?

Emotions related to the place?

Do you want to leave?

During this exercise I thought about the house I grew up in in Germany. How, when my dad was still alive, it made me feel and how it has changed, now that my sister is living in it with her husband. It is no longer my home.

Rosanne told us about the importance of researching a place we are using in our story. There was a very valid point she made about how going to a place might change a person, or the character of the person.

I grew up in a little village. At the age of seventeen I moved to ‘the big city’ (Frankfurt). The city changed me. I lost my broad country accent and adapted to speak what is called ‘high German’. My style of clothes changed, as I felt the need to blend in, at that age. I had all entertainment and culture at my fingertips. Living there made me grow as a person. My knowledge and my confidence grew. Unlike in high school, I was very popular at college there and felt accepted and comfortable in my own skin.

I think coming to the UK has changed me as a person quite dramatically. In many ways I feel like I have no roots. I lost some of my confidence I gained whilst living in Frankfurt. When I first started living here my English wasn’t as good as it is now, and I could not get my sense of humour across and often felt misunderstood. I still sometimes do today 😉

One person made the point that even sometimes having to stay in hospital for a while changes a person. I totally agree with that. Last May when I had major surgery, I left the hospital as a different person.

Having studied Coleridge for my MA, I became very interested in how changing place or scenery instigated a change in him. Connecting with nature more often than not, changed the mood of his poems.

I quite often think about how different my life would have been if I had stayed in Germany. I would most certainly not be the person I am today. It is just amazing how a place can change you as a person and what affect it can have on you and your life.

True to yourself

On this very rare occasion I am going to put up a picture of myself 😉 …but there is a reason. I have been following a very brave and courageous young lady on Instagram (@kimspiriert). She was fighting breast cancer and very sadly lost the battle on New Year’s Eve. This has moved me a lot. She was only 30 and so full of life and so many things she still wanted to do. She had over 100.000 followers on Instagram and managed to reach so many people.

Following her had led me to read many more Instagram feeds of people that have a lot of followers and the thing they all have in common is that they are very personal and they do post a lot of pictures of themselves. I am not saying they are self obsessed, I just noticed that they seem full of confidence, just like the woman I mentioned above.

Then I read an article in the magazine ‘Happiful’ by Callie Thorpe (@calliethorpe). This is also a very strong and inspiring woman. Callie is on the larger side, but so full of confidence, she shines. So I thought I should start posting more pictures of myself and try and become more confident, be brave. I did about three posts and then I lost my confidence. It felt like I was pretending to be somebody I am not. I posted something about this new ‘lipjuice’ I found in the body shop, or another post about how I hate my body.

I slept on it for a night and deleted the posts the next morning. This was and is just not me. I want to be a writer and capture the moment in words. What I was trying to do then, was to be liked by other people on Instagram to go and impress the masses and I realised that I wasn’t being true to myself. I actually felt embarrassed to have even posted the picture of myself. I am not really into makeup and clothes and I realised that that is ok. I am into books, reading and most of all writing. I am not saying that my posts are more impersonal, but I just don’t feel comfortable with posting pictures of myself. Maybe that is something I need to learn until then I will post pictures that inspire me to write something.