tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231007555763657967.post3337190961073389234..comments2023-10-09T00:39:53.824-07:00Comments on Melinda Szymanik: I should be writing but...: Take one friend with a glass of water and call me in the morning...Melinda Szymanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10202080805759494767noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231007555763657967.post-55601220658622763572010-01-20T06:34:49.168-08:002010-01-20T06:34:49.168-08:00Melinda, I started following your blog during the ...Melinda, I started following your blog during the Nicola party but hadn't had a chance to thoroughly investigate further. Then you left a comment on mine (thank you btw and yes that's basically it--easy vs. hard!) and I came over here. Love this post about getting past the blockage (eww, that doesn't sound good!)<br /><br />It is all in our heads or our hearts, and sometimes it takes just the right combination to release the genius.Karen Jones Gowenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01153821980625034810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231007555763657967.post-17550093032917337542010-01-19T15:06:55.155-08:002010-01-19T15:06:55.155-08:00Hi
I'm all for alcohol and a best friend on t...Hi<br /><br />I'm all for alcohol and a best friend on the same wavelength as you to share with to help with creative blockages!<br /><br />This lovely piece brings back all sorts of lovely memories of nights and early mornings spent in goodness knows where, suitably inebriated but gushing forth with ideas for our future novel together. Abandoned now of course, but the friendship sustains, which is no bad thing.<br /><br />:-)<br /><br />Take care<br />xOld Kittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13185547869183611159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231007555763657967.post-80648246504436500232010-01-19T11:22:14.447-08:002010-01-19T11:22:14.447-08:00Tania H. with that kind of encouragement I'll...Tania H. with that kind of encouragement I'll be creating blockages...<br /><br />Tania R - thank you for the kind comments about my offspring. I do think my kids are beautiful (but not so sure about the tame part)<br /><br />and political? Crikey, I thought I was being restrained :) Now I'm curious to know what I said... <br /><br />love the poem btwMelinda Szymanikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10202080805759494767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231007555763657967.post-79598350872469997422010-01-19T02:37:43.207-08:002010-01-19T02:37:43.207-08:00Okay. Prob little to do with your blog post but I ...Okay. Prob little to do with your blog post but I just want to put my hand up and say that I am officially a fan of Melinda Szymanik. Not only cos she probably has the same battles with the spelling of her fab surname but because she is, like Vanda Symon a domestic goddess. I have been to her house people and I would like to report that children and pets were suitably tame. God, beautiful children. If having kids like these makes you ‘okay’ then I’m pleased to be part of THAT popularity group. But, hell we all know beloveds whose off-spring don’t fit that mould and we are fiercely protective.<br /><br />Anyway. Melinda is more political than me (publically) and I love it. Actually, I’m really into kick arse but because of legal issues can’t be specific. Needless to say, hubby hasn’t changed his identity status – yet.<br /><br />Ooh, but Melinda says they things we really want to say and I admire her. Once I’ve done with suing a certain institution I will join her in being as blunt as people once knew me to be before I moved to the Edinburgh of the South where everyone knows everyone and I cannot walk into a restaurant without people pointing and whispering (and it aint about me being a writer and no, I am faithful as is he).<br /><br />For the those in the north: what appeared in Monday’s Otago Daily Times.<br />Garden Plots<br /><br />by Ruth Arnison<br /><br />A lunchtime walk, winter brisk. Gloves, hats and foggy words <br />keep us warm. Lights at the Gardens intersection <br />overridden by police. <br /><br />Observing our pedestrian status they stopped traffic, wave us across <br />like ducklings strayed onto a busy road. Embarrassed we scurry,<br />middle-aged, ungainly.<br /><br />At the drinking fountain, the pipes are frozen, our midday thirst<br />unquenched. We turn right after the bridge, taking the path <br />to Dundas St. You know, she says, <br /><br />I can't walk here on my own. Not since… Vanda, I prompt. <br />Yeh, she says, I think it was down there, the murder.<br />A jogger brushes past us, shivering we move on.<br /><br />She's writing another one, she says. It's not right, authors <br />taking over the city. Soon we'll be walking all over<br />their plotsTK Roxboroghhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16396099477818776758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231007555763657967.post-10959488747832822282010-01-19T00:59:23.158-08:002010-01-19T00:59:23.158-08:00Shouldn't the title of this blog be "Take...Shouldn't the title of this blog be "Take one friend with a bottle of bubbly...?" Glad I could help, but I think maybe it was the bubbles that loosened it up and made the baby slide out nice and easy. But, hey, I'm happy to take the credit!<br /><br />PS. And you accused me of not reading your blog! See, I do!!<br /><br />P.P.S. Any time you're having a blockage, I'm more than happy to help you apply alcohol to the problem.Talia Hunterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03643713555992461930noreply@blogger.com