My Penmanship Sucks #writerslife

My penmanship is so bad I once spent an enjoyable afternoon coming up with ways to describe it with a friend. Alas, I can’t remember any of the terms, but there you go.

I have no excuses, although this post delves in to some excuses I might make, I have no injuries to explain my poor calligraphy, unlike the lady I got this topic from (Shannon A Thompson)

When I was at school I used to write so small my English teacher would complain she couldn’t read it, so I had to learn to write larger. Beforehand I’d thought my writing looked rather neat. Once I started to increase the size of my writing however, I realised that my handwriting had in fact not been neat, it had just been too small to tell how bad it was. I’d say I must have been writing in font size 6. Anything would look neat at that size.

I’d also learned to write joined up, because that was the fashion at the time. Another habit I had to kick later on, when I found out that it ‘was not the done thing’.

From time to time I feel like I need to improve my writing and, if I try very hard, I can make the individual letters look nice, but the whole effect looks childlike because it’s inconsistent.
It doesn’t really matter because I don’t write very much, most of my writing is done on a keyboard. Now my hand begins to cramp up fairly rapidly when I put pen to paper, and my thoughts flow too fast for my hand to keep up, which means my scribing will often start out fairly neatly and quickly dissolve into an illegible scrawl.

I may just go back to joined up writing, to find my style again, after all, there’s no teacher going to tell me off for it now.


Don’t Disturb the Chicks!

We have some Martins nesting outside our front door. It means we now have to use the back door during the day so we don’t disturb them.
It also means that if we come home at night, and we have to use the front door, we have to sneak in like naughty children so we don’t disturb them.
They seem to be happy with this arrangement so far, we don’t disturb them, and they get to live outside the house rent free.

Happy National Tea Day!

Happy National Tea Day!

I wasn’t going to post today, but well, how could I not post about national tea day?

Tea is my go to beverage, it’s what I wake up with, it’s what keeps me going through the day, and because I’m British it’s practically mandatory that I adore it.

I have been fixed up with a tea man, Monteas, he does some wonderful teas. I’m addicted to the Assam and also the Chocolate and Mint Roobois.

What is your tea of choice?


Time is Such a Snitch! (also thank you)

This last week has been a bit of a blur

I can’t really remember the ups and downs, I do remember though that at some point I created this chappy.

I managed to do some editing, and I now only have 8 chapters of my current WIP to work through, I’m hoping to have it finished by the end of this month.

On top of that I managed a spot of beta reading for a couple of chapesses, in addition to getting out to film some stuff (evidence of which is going to emerge soon).

 I’ve found I’m at my most productive when I have a list of things I want to achieve in a month. So last week I sorted my to do list- that way I can keep on track, and when I look back thinking I wasted a month, I can see that I, in fact, didn’t.

Either way, I thought last week hadn’t been all the productive, but seeing it written down, I was wrong, so yay!

Although, before I go, I would like to thank all people who have bought my designs from society6 so far, I don’t know who you are, or if you’ll read this, but I hope you enjoy your purchases

Stay spiffy,  Bee.

Something Crazy!

Hi all,

I just wanted to let you all know about a YouTube channel my other half and I have created, it’s called Something Vloggy. In it we film ourselves doing things like going for walks, baking cakes, checking out wildlife. There’s the odd little dramatisation in there too. So, if you’re on YouTube, go check us oot!

As a little taster here’s a pic of our Megan bun eating a dandelion

Something Vloggy


The Spring! It Burns!

I made the mistake of forgetting that even weak spring sun is strong stuff to a pale and pasty person like myself, especially when said person’s skin has become fragile an unused to such things over the winter.

But I’m not the only one, come Monday everyone in sight had seemingly gotten overexcited about our first glimpse of the old English sun, red faces surrounded me, and yet every single one had a grin on it.

Alas, I now remember for me that summer for me means the constant of wearing straw hats and too much suncream, on my face, but for now, tis spring!

Bee on a Daffodil:

Brains Suck- But I Couldn’t Live Without One

This is a comment I left on the blog of the hilarious ‘Becky Says Things‘- go check her out!

I hate the moments in the middle of the night, you’re trying to get to sleep and you have the BEST idea EVER, you get excited about it, and think tomorrow you’re going to be so damned productive.

Then the morning arrives, you wake up absolutely shattered, because you spent the night plotting, and when you finally come round you either don’t remember what that brilliant idea was, or it’s too late to implement it anyway, or and this is the absolute worst, someone gets there before you.

Yeah, brains suck.


Fairy’s are Shrinking my Clothes

Sometimes there must be cookies, cookies, stick man, stickman, graphic design, art, need cookies, cooky craving, cartoon,

Spring has officially sprung!

I can tell not because the daffs are starting to explode, but because I actually managed to get out for a run, which I have  been threatening to do all winter.

In the past week I have been out for two runs and a walk, and I can tell I’ve been eating too much cake because it was really hard.

I mean cake is good, but I need to lay off, and not just because my clothes are starting to shrink (I think I have some sort of fairy infestation sewing my clothes tighter).

But I like baking, and when I have friends over I like to bake for them, and so there will continue to be more cake, and so I must either give up cake, keep on the running, or find that dratted fairy.

But sometimes there must be cake, so I will have to keep up the running. The things we do for baked goods eh?

Sometimes there must be cookies, cookies, stick man, stickman, graphic design, art, need cookies, cooky craving, cartoon,

Sometimes There Must Be Cookies:



A week in Art- When Life Happens and Art Doesn’t


This week, well this week didn’t go according to plan creativity wise.

Life took an unexpected turn and creating things took a back seat. This is not a bad thing; life does happen, and this week was fun, so there are no complaints from me. This week has been a bit of an unplanned holiday for me, and I think I needed it.

Still, I didn’t get nothing done.

I have written a two and a half thousand word halloween story that has been submitted to an anthology.  I don’t know if it’s been accepted yet, but if it does get rejected I’ll publish as part of a book of short stories.

Society6 have had a revamp of their website, so a lot of my free time was spent rejigging, repricing, and reorganising existing art work. Unfortunately now their graphics are glitching, so I have to wait for them to finish troubleshooting before I feel safe touching anything else.

A lot of people say you need to create something every day, write every day, draw every day, but it’s not a luxury that many people can adhere to, life just happens.

In fact it’s not really all that good for you to never take a break. Even if it’s something you love to do, if you need to take a break from it, do.
There’s nothing that can kill a passion for something quicker than forcing yourself to work on something when you’re not in the mood.

Yes, it  feels good to break through writer’s block, and you’ll feel impatient to do it, but if you’re blocked, take a break, come back to it refreshed, and then try again.

Be who you are, not who you think you should be.


I’ve had this thought for a while now, although I couldn’t precisely put my finger on the thought. I was having a conversation today and I came out with this little nugget of wisdom, and saying it felt so right.

When I was a teenager I struggled to get on with people my own age, I just couldn’t be the typical teenager that everyone my age expected me to be, and so I wasn’t.

For the longest time it felt like it was me who should change to fit in, even though I had no intention of doing so, but now I feel more comfortable in my own skin, I don’t feel like I need to prove anything to anyone.  I can just be me, and if anyone thinks I’m odd, I don’t care. I won’t be unhappy being something I’m not on someone else’s disapproval, or inability to understand.

I feel like a lot of people struggle to ‘fit in’ but I don’t think you should try, you should just be who you are, despite what anyone else is doing, or thinking, to be anything else can drive you crazy.

So be you and learn like who you are, despite what anyone else thinks.