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January 16, 2013 · 10:19 am

Starting week 3 of weight loss

Still unable to do any exercise (i refuse to work out in this heat. I have been for one walk) I have been as faithful as I can be to Michelle Bridges 12WBT. 

And I have lost another 1.6 this week, bringing it to 5.3KGs in two weeks. 

God give me strength not to drink this weekend. 

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The 500 Words a Day Project

So. Many of my favourite writers say ‘you you want to be a writer, then write’. So I am. I am starting with 500 words a day. I don’t know if I am going to blog them all or not, as it’s pretty scary publishing anything to a blog, even when I have no followers. But this is what I wrote this morning, from the Write One Leaf tumblr. 



She sat, staring at the magazine in front of her. A gift from her best friend. Good housekeeping. Around her the house was still and watchful, waiting for her decision.

‘No.’ She slammed the magazine shut, ignoring a helpful article on how to remove mold from fabric covered sofas. ‘I refuse to be drawn as a feminist raging against the social expectations of me. I refuse to be thought of as the good house keeper, house proud and just so diligent. I refuse to be thought of…’

Her thoughts trailed off then, and a fear washed over her. Clammy, sick fear, the realization of something… something… She sighed. She couldn’t even think of a good simile to compare the fear to. And why did she insist on narrating her whole life? But the fear was real. Yes, it’s true, she narrated her whole life, but she didn’t understand how to describe her own character. She could only identify what she didn’t want to be seen as. Rejection. That’s what she was good at. And feeling the fear. The fear that she never would be the person she should be. It was her constant companion, like the black dog, but more like a perfectly dressed female journalist, pressed black slacks sitting perfectly over pointed red heels and a crisp white shirt, the collar just covering a resin necklace. The pen poised over a notepad, making incriminating and judgmental observations of her actions, sneering, giggling and pointedly glaring at crucial moments of her life. This was her fear, following her, shadowing her, and inhibiting her.

She flipped the magazine back open. It was helpful. Her friend wasn’t trying to pigeon hole her. Her couch was covered along the bottom with mold. The people she had house sitting for her while she spent six months travelling around Australia hadn’t listened to her about leaving windows open a crack and damp had settled into her living room. She scanned the article and got to work.


It was two weeks since she had returned from her big trip and her backpack remain half full, its contents spilled around her house as she had rummaged for the things she wanted, and left the rest for when she ‘felt motivated’. Which was never. If experience had taught her one thing, it is that she would leave the back pack half packed until her next adventure, not five weeks away, at half term, before which she would dump out the contents and repack haphazardly. She still had a pile of warm winter clothes in the corner of the guest room, the remains of a winter trip to Prague. They’d been thoughtfully left in the guest room as she knew the house sitters would sleep in her room. And why not? It was twice the size and had closer access to the bathroom.

Maybe this time she should try doing things differently. She considered it. Unhappy with how life generally was, and the fear watching her carefully, pointing out the fact that she wasn’t who she wanted to be, maybe now she should change. Start being who she wanted to be. After all, with our actions, our thoughts change, don’t they? If she kept her things clean, if she was ordered and focused and disciplined, then – she would be. Wouldn’t she? Confused, she sat down on the newly cleaned sofa and turned on the telly. 

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My view on: The Secret Keeper by Kate Morton

As usual with Mortons’ books, I devoured the book over two days. And while her stories are very formulaic, I thought this was a real return to form after the somewhat dull previous one. I can’t even remember the names, that is how much I didn’t enjoy that one. Something about Hours. Anyway.

I loved The Secret Keeper. I loved her characterisation and development of all the characters, although I really wanted to get to know Laurel’s siblings a little better. Rose and Gerry were very interesting. I liked the journey of Dorothy, and the infamous Morton twist at the end was brilliant. 

Morton always makes me ache for England in her descriptions of the countryside, the cities the characters visit (in this one, London and Cambridge feature) and in the day to day life. 

I really can’t write more without giving away the storyline, I am terrible for that!

But, please, read it. And if you haven’t read her others, The Forgotten Garden is one of my all time favourites and The Shifting Fog is unforgettable. 

I am currently reading Case Histories. 

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