Lost in your time

I’m back posting on this blog. Having a site was a learning curve which I didn’t particularly enjoy. I missed the friendliness of this blog and I’m glad I’ll be able to follow others and comment a lot more easily. I hope it will be easier for you to comment too 🙂

Thanks for bearing with me these last few days. Tired of being hacked on my site, I made the decision to move back here, which meant a lot of work and adjustments. Please let me know if you can’t find something or have a question.

Thank you!

Lost in your time

Novelist meets French rock star, prepare for the sparkles.

Rock star or husband – which would you choose?

Ah, the dangers of the internet! We’ve all been warned, but do we take notice?
When Natasha clicks on a link, her whole life is turned upside down. A flash from the past, a chance meeting with a gorgeous French rock star…
A chance to start over and forget the pain and misery from the last two years.
But can Natasha let go? Will she accept this new twist in her life?

I’m a woman on the verge

Women on the Verge is a wonderful community of women, not afraid to speak their minds, coming from all walks of life and spread over the world. All wonderful women with stories to tell, experiences to share and most of all very supportive of each other.

It is an honour to be part of this wonderful community. I’d never joined one before but I’m glad I was introduced to WOTV. Wish I had more time to chat to all of them and in particular  Ana, it’s been a funny year, so much happening !I created my first post on their site, never realising how much I’d love it and how liberating it would be.

I’ve always found writing a good way to exorcise pain. As a novelist I write fiction, although there’s a little piece in me in everything I write and I don’t mean the blood, sweat and tears…Writing blogs posts on WOTV prompted me to start my own blog. Sharing experiences and pain lightened my soul and it’s amazing the response you get when you opened to people.

I’ve often been in tears because of it. Even if you only help one person by writing about abuse, heartache, grief… it’s a blessing. We all have a voice and experiences to share, it’s a powerful and amazing way to help each others.Long live women on the verge!
So go have a look :

Baby steps, my Apple story

I worship at the Apple temple, yes I absolutely love my Mac book.

Some of my readers might have noted the odd reference to my beloved Mac.

Am I a geek? not really, in fact I’ve never been very interested in anything to do with computers apart from what I can achieve by using them.

What I can say however is that my Mac is the best time-saving device I’ve ever had.

Gone are the days when I’d be drumming my fingers impatiently waiting for my computer to load up.

Gone are the days when I’d be raging against the machine as it crashed yet again!

No more running out of space on my drive either.

I nearly cried when I went to buy mine, so amazed at what this amazing little machine could accomplish.

So many possibilities, such speed, such ease.

The best thing for me being the fact you can switch it on, have several windows open, flick through them at a slide of your fingers and whenever you need to stop what you’re doing, you just the lid down ready to start off  again as soon as you lift the lid back up again.

Open Sesame!

As I am constantly interrupted throughout the day, this to me is so precious, no need to put it on standby, so simple, no time wasted!

That said, the only thing I’m not so impressed with is Safari.I use both Safari and Google chrome but Google is my friend.It always finds the answer to my question wherever Safari often fails.

I still got a lot to learn of course.Ah, if only I could find the time to do it all.

Never mind! Baby steps…one at a time…

Why Twitter?

So at first I thought what’s the point? Is it really for me?

I could see tweets from people listing what they had for breakfast, lunch, dinner…
All very fascinating1

Then, last summer as we were visiting Quebec city, I got a bit more interested.Everybody was at it, it was super fast and the Dear One got hooked.

So, I thought why not?! fully intending to stay anonymous.A chance to express myself without anyone following me because of who I am or whatever they think of me.

Twitter, I find is an excellent discipline for my unrestrained mind.Communicating in less than 140 characters was a challenge to start with, rather like mental gymnastic.

It also brings you in contact with people you would not otherwise have encountered.An exciting exchange of knowledge, jokes, stories.

So , now here I am, tweeting most days, on and off, sometimes reacting to some nonsense I read, well I am fiery and passionate!

Yes, I like Twitter much more than I ever thought I would.

The hazards of social networking

Until last year I only used my computer for writing and a little research on the Internet.All that changed when we finally got broadband.I know…

At the time I was recovering from a debilitating illness which resulted in the loss of my unborn baby.As I started finding myself again, a chance discovery on the Internet precipitated the return of my springing back to life.It was while searching for french  nursery rhymes to teach to my children that a link appeared.I was rather shocked at first, since it echoed from somewhere deep in my past, but also incredibly curious.Something that I’d long forgotten and buried brought back memories of the little girl I once was.

It reminded me of who I am, pushed me to re-evaluate my life and reconcile the many different aspects of my personality.I’ve had an unusual life…

Soon afterwards, I created a Myspace profile.I had no intentions in doing so to make new “friends”,the concept at the time sounding seemingly bizarre.After all, I had resisted my own friends’ calls to join them on Facebook.I’ve always been music mad, music provided  an escape for me growing up and still plays a huge part in my life.That’s why I was so taken with Myspace, the access to so many bands and their music.

Immediately came friend requests form total strangers which I found a little odd to begin with.

As I ended going to Paris one day, I happened to meet some of my new friends, a thoroughly pleasant experience.That week-end I was also to meet a very special person for the first time so we ended up staying longer than initially planned.

Many of my friends had started  following me onto Myspace by then.It was fantastic to exchange message,videos with friends living far away. When you have lived in as many countries as I have, it can be difficult to stay in touch.Through my illness and grief I had sort of withdrawn.All my energy was focused on my children, the grief I experienced had killed me inside and nearly sent me mad.Illness, for me, was a lot easier to cope with than grief.

I started to feel alive again, the constant river of tears finally drying up.As I re-evaluated my life, I realised I had choices to make.For a  few years since before I had lost my baby, things had been pretty difficult and I had been very unhappy, now I was faced with the decision to carry on as I was or to turn my life round again.Trouble was I’d long grown too tired to think about it, I’d isolated myself partly through pride and hadn’t really talked to anybody about it.

As 2 of my friends came back to live in England one day, they were quite shocked to see how I’d changed in so little time.Once I started talking, I didn’t stop.It snowballed and soon all my friends were told.I was quite ill again thoroughly exhausted and with so many decisions to make.(There is so much more I could say, some of it a little too private.)I started seeing things much more clearly being away from all the painful reminders.

Social networking gives you the opportunity of getting to know people you  would never have met otherwise, some people like you, others completely different, many, very interesting characters.I ‘ve also learned a lot and  surprised myself in many ways.I enjoy new skills, that is when I’m not screaming with frustration because the computer is too slow or my lack of knowledge when it comes to technical stuff .

I did get my happy ending after all, a rather unexpected one.I’ve learned a great deal over the last year or so, I got back in touch with myself, reconnected in more ways than one.I’ve remembered the little girl I was and her struggles and how she came through.I know I’m strong and confident again and capable of so much more.

We are free to survive our lives and to live our lives to the full.