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Which way is home?

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Even though spring is ages away, I thought I’d make it spring.

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I don’t care. It may not be perfect or really wow, but it’s mine.

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Back in the day, a snow day was literally a day of knee-high snow to wade through and enjoy.

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Wanted to do a map, which included many people I know. Even though the actual mapping is fake, houses are all relevant people I know. It is not complete yet, but part 1 is ready.

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You know you’re a ‘flitterer’, when you start doodling while in the middle of creating a piece.

I’ve always been like that. I start one project and move on the another, before the first project has finished.

So far projects include:

Light book, with pop up elements.

Wall murial of buildings, tree and clocks

An interactive book slash album

A pop up book about ‘the girl who always wore wellington boots.’

The mermaid and wolf man story needs editing

The clockmaker’s daughter to be completed

List goes on….

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We are all each others demons and angels.

No more holidays left, back to work Monday.

Accomplished nothing, but it is what it is.

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Absolutely hated these hols. Did nothing but procrastinate;got up late; slept late; watched tooooooo much telly and ate at off times. Reminds me of the Covid lockdown. Need to get back into a routine, so looking forward to work next week, but then again can’t be bothered.

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The last will and testament of 2024

2025 here I come,

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Pain is always beside joy, never infront or behind.

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I’m planning to do a Murial on my bedroom wall and I am inspired by cityscapes with a difference, hence the weird paintings of buildings lately. To be fair I love painting buildings, trees, clock and mechanics, water, clouds and fire… the four elements plus extras.

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We used to be one house but now we are a city.

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All the clocks chimed at once, but only one sound stood out- the sound of anger. The wrath was coming.

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This is where it all started and no doubt all ends.

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It wasn’t needed anymore. Abandoned and lonely, the lighthouse stood over the ocean watching the waves crash against its body. She didn’t mind the years of neglect - after all she had done her job, even if it wasn’t to the standards of everyone - she still stood watching over everyone who passed her by. Storms had come and gone over the years but she had stood her ground; that light, which once shone so bright, flickered now and then but no one paid attention anymore. It was now a relic that had become a ghost story for children and an eyesore for visitors.

Water was an element she was used to but on this miserable night she felt every harsh drop of rain against her body, making her feel cold to the bone. Water had always surrounded her yet for some reason today it was suffocating the air around her. Both her interior and exterior could feel a pull of danger in the air. Ominous danger, which was coming for her.

Unable to run or hide, she had no choice but to wait patiently for its arrival.

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Half term break.

Had so many plans when the half term started, but found myself doing absolutely nothing. Literally just slobbering around the place, been out a few times; had visitors a few times; other than that, nothing at all.

I’m sure I will eventually get to, like past holidays, the last day of hols and start cleaning the house and sorting the bedroom out and sifting through clothes for work; writing what I need to write and finally doing every job I intended to do, in one day.

That is me, an unorganised yet completely organised oxymoron of a person.