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7 Days, 7 Photos Challenge – Day Four

“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day”. 


Hey everyone,

Sorry I’m late posting this. If you read my Sunday blog (for one you’re a champion) I’ll be going into detail as to why.

As for the challenge, today I’d like to appoint Grabbety of this place as mayor of black and white photos!

7 Days, 7 Photos Challenge – Day One

“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day”. 


I’ve been challenged by Dee Dee of https://invisible-no-more.com/ to the black and white photo challenge, vuhuu! If you’re not already following her you definitely should, and check out her Kauai post. It’s gorgeous!

I know not many of you take pictures… but today I would like to challenge Ward Clever of this place! If none of the folk I challenge want to do it, that’s fiiiine. Your challenge turns into something magical and stuff instead. A fairy will turn up on your doorstep at midnight or something, I dunno. Like those old chain emails? Remember those? Send this to 10 of your friends or the ghost of MSN past will be at the end of your bed at midnight. OOoOoooOOoooo spooookyyy!

Oh Jesus in a row boat, I’m not supposed to explain on these am I. Well I’m a rebel! Yeah! Weeeeeeee!





Cup of tea not mandatory but strongly advised

It’s that day of the week again. The day of the week that shall not be named. The Voldemort day of the week, but only if Voldemort were a deadly day of the week. A day of dark magic and stuff. That would be neat. A day of the week of the bad kind of fizz fizz boom magic… and then a day of the week of the healing happy magic… and then a day of the week where I’m just sat there with a cup of tea wondering why the hell everyone else has magic days and I get Tetleys.


Speaking of Harry Potter, have any of you done the Pottermore quizzes? Now I absolutely swear that I am not asking this because I’m lame and super excited over the fact I got a dragon for a patronus… Okay, obviously this is the real reason because…mother lizardy wing thinged freakin’ dragon!! Yes, I screenshotted this so that I could send it to all of my friends. Or, well, I would have if I could afford phone contracts for my ferrets.


I’m also in Slytherin, which isn’t too much of a surprise. Supposedly Slytherin folk are more likely to get a dragon because we’re the glory hunting type. I’d say this isn’t true for me but I would absolutely be King Leonidas shouting THIS IS SPARTA if I was ever given the chance. ARROOOO ARROOOO ARROOO! Sorry to all those who have no idea what I’m talking about, but, even without all the pop culture stuff it’s not like I make much sense anyway. Seriously though, if you’ve done this I want to know which house you’re in and what your patronus is. It’s a need. I’m sorry.

I even got my boyfriend to take the quizzes under the threat that we are obviously not destined to be unless he does. Unfortunately he came out as Ravenclaw, but I guess no one’s perfect, right? For his patronus he got a bat, of which he was not impressed given my, you know, dragon, although personally I’d have been happy with a bat because they’re incredibly cute. As for the Ilvermorny house, we both got Pukwudgie, which I am most pleased with!

Psst, over here… https://www.pottermore.com/

Damnit I just pulled my little finger nail off. I’ve been growing the bloody things and then just because, you know, not thinking me is a twod I decided to pull it off.  Oh well, there are worse things that could happen in life, like you know, running out of sweets. Who puts six little sweets in a bag? I don’t care if these things are made for trick or treaters I demand a dozen at least damnit! My teeth won’t fall out on their own!


What else can I bore you with… Oh! I’ve been enjoying Instagram more lately ever since I started watching live streams from some of the people I follow. I’ve been a big fan of both Robin Hobb and Emilie Autumn for a while and this weekend I got to see Robin Hobb signing books and I got to join other Emilie fans in browsing a neat catalogue with her. I swear that it was more interesting than I’m sure it sounds. If you don’t know Emilie Autumn I’m going to link a song. I’m torn on which to share but I think it will beeeeee… this one!

Her writing is beautiful and some of the lyrics to her songs I absolutely wish I had written. The line from Juliet “Meet me beneath my balcony and say, ‘no one but you could ever fill my night, be the sunlight in my every day’” is so charming. Some of her songs are so damn relatable that I feel if I were a better writer I would have written them. She’s very good at writing romantic songs, but she also has a sharp wit and her song Marry Me (one of the first I heard) very much makes me laugh. I recently saw that her book is available on Amazon and I became a bit Gollum over the whole thing with “I neeeedsss it…my precioussss” still yet to buy it, but will buy it!

Sod it, you need to hear Gentlemen aren’t nice. too.

I haven’t been posting too much on my own Instagram, which is a ruddy failing because I’m supposed to be using it as a platform to promote my writing. I suppose I do post quotes on there from my book and from some other stuff, but it can be hard to get a snippet that sounds alright out of context.

Got to say, for anyone who is doing close reading of their book, using something to create quotes is a good way to see if you have any words that you could lose to make a smoother running sentence. I mean, I should really practice what I preach but the few times I’ve done it it’s been beneficial, okay! There’ll be some trim sentences in my book that are all shiny and sparkly and those will be the ones I did close reading with! The rest will be rambles. I ramble in my blog I ramble in my writing, just be glad we don’t do the talky talk.

Today I thought about posting a picture I took for my boyfriend on there. I wanted to try and look…different, I guess, but, you know, how do I word this… it just isn’t me. I don’t wear flowers in my hair. I’ve always felt if I wear something pretty I’ll be laughed at for trying to look pretty. I end up feeling uncomfortable and comparing myself to other people. If I could get out of my head, that would be good! Here’s the photo. Look at me, I can flower! Christ… anyone remember the episodes of FRIENDS where Monica would refer to her virginity as her flower? Ahahaha.



I will cringe looking at this photo in time. Just you watch. Like this —> <=S (I will be wearing a hat while I do it

In the end, I got changed and put on something I can derp around in and ate sweets. I want to do the dress up thing, I think. Maybe I don’t, I’m not sure. Maybe I would if I felt more confident? I just know that even when I’m going out fancy I can get really really flustered over trying to look presentable. I know I can feel insecure about how I look, but honestly I think it’s the confidence in other people I envy the most. When it comes to appearance anyway. I’ve never really been afraid to speak my mind or of being called weird, that just doesn’t bother me. But looks, and stuff I care about, like writing, that can make me less sure of myself. Whole point I started posting on here properly after all. I’m really rambling again now and Ivor is going to be asleep.

Here I am feeling less like I’m someone else.


In my hand is one of the 6 sweets. >=(


I also post pictures of my ferrets because they lead a more interesting life than me.


Hmm, just quickly, before I move one, I would like to say something I’m not sure I’ve said in another post and I’m too lazy to go back and check. I don’t judge other people in the way I judge myself. I’m not going to pretend like looks don’t matter romantically, you can feel an instant attraction in this way (you know I’ve just written this but I’m doubting it really is an attraction, maybe it’s just more of an okay they’re cute thing – not attraction – brain you stop this tango, right now!), but it isn’t what drives that unbelievable hot damn kind of attraction. That’s personality, baby! That’s the unknown, the sudden magnetic oh shit I’m gonna fall deep for this one type of thing. I probably come across as shallow or vain or annoying with my insecurities, and that’s okay, I know where I’m actually at.


But when it comes to other people I won’t have it thought of me that I care and judge people on their looks, I simply won’t! *slams down fist* I haven’t learned to accept myself yet, but I don’t give a damn how someone else looks.

By the way, I understand that it is strange to still have such issues like I do when I post poems such as Chance. Like everyone else though, I’m two people in one body. We all have many sides to us, after all, don’t we?

Hmm, what else before we ferret. Oh! I suck at replying to comments! I’ve been meaning to say this for a while but there, phew, it’s out. After I post this I’m going to be replying to the comments from last week’s blog because I have no idea what’s happened. I do know that I don’t always get notifications and I end up going through my posts just to make sure no one has commented and I seem like a dickwad for not replying. I’m sorry if I haven’t replied to something you’ve said. I promise on this post I will reply as soon as I get it! Watch there be no comments…because this post is bloody long. I don’t expect people to read my blogs. I don’t even read my blogs.

Unless I’m commenting on my own blog that is. I’m sure many of you have been a victim of my inability to reply… I know Ward has! 




Anyway, I’ll be doing my usual catch up of your hidey holes tomorrow. I’ve started going in through your actual blogs to catch up because I can’t trust WP reader anymore. There are too many I’m missing. I haven’t been too active this week though because of outside WP things so I’m looking forward to finding posts I’ve missed.

Look what you’ve all done to me!

And Ferret news! Seb is right as rain! We had a scare that she did have insulinoma but after a second blood test (a fasting one) she has been given the clear and instead it’s believed she was just run down from her previous illness. It was embarrassing being on the phone to the vet and asking over and over to repeat that Seb didn’t have insulinoma until it felt right, but, it happens! Anyway, vuhuuuu! My Serb is okay!


And my Pandora is a lazy bugger.


And finally! This week I will be posting snippets from my book featuring the character Robin, I will also be posting the picture of him by Shio. All of you who saw Sophie will know how good she is so I’m looking forward to you seeing Robin!

I hope you all had a magnificent Sunday! Oh, no… oh no! I have unleashed the day of dark wizardry! Run ! Fleeeee! Ahahaha, okay I swear I’m stopping now. Sorry everyone. Sorry Ivor! xxxx

What? You found this on your own. I didn’t post this…

Two black cats, Neo

Oh, weird, deja vu. That’s happened quite a bunch lately and I’m not sure if I should be taking it as an omen or preparing myself for a gang of Agent Smiths.

meow meow

Anyway, hello loves! It’s been an interesting week but an awful lot of it doesn’t really find its place here. On the other side of the soap opera I am living in right now I’ve been up to the usual ferret herding and wall staring. I tell you, one day it’ll do something if I just watch for long enough.

This picture has no relevance. I just feel that the post needs it.

Pandora and Seb are back and forth a little but given that my nephews and brother are currently living with us I’ll give Pandora the benefit of the doubt and consider that she is under a lot of stress again. I wouldn’t say this is beyond the realm of possibility – she’s had a lot of change lately and this is another one. Thankfully, Seb is still grooming her and being the usual sweetheart she is and I think Pan is starting to come round to a bit of ferret-ferret comfort. Merm can be a comfortable cuddle blanket, but I’m not about to start licking her. I’m not that odd, yet.

Here are a couple of pictures we took together – in true myspace mirror fashion. Obviously these are filtered to high heaven. Stress is taking its toll and the spots (you can still ruddy see) made me all prissy.


By the by, I know I have posted pictures of myself in every blog post so far and I will most likely continue to do so. I’m sorry if it makes me seem self-obsessed. I’ll probably talk about why I keep going selfie-o-rama in another much more ooo aaaa serious post. Speaking of face pictures, pictures in general really, what do you all think of using instagram as writers? I’ve created one on the suggestion of a very talented artist I collab with, but I haven’t used it as of yet. Wait, did I ask about this last week? I hope not. Awkward.

To something less outwards and more inwards, I’m going to start a new weekly blog post (on Wednesday – that seems like a suitable day, right?) that will be short snippets of passages from my book – Kidnapping Death’s Daughter. For the first, I will be posting about the book and giving a little write up about what it is and why it’s sat around doing nothing for a couple of years. Lazy book, bad. I intend to publish it as an ebook this autumn and although I don’t expect much will happen with it as of yet (maybe never –  I love my characters but it’s a bit rud structure wise) I’d like to start posting about it. I hope this will not become a nuisance to any of you. I like having you around and I just bought another set of cups so we all have one for cuppa time.

Holy smokes what is this witchcraft I did something to my mouse track pad thing on my laptop and it made the text go smaller. 

Other than those little bits of this and that I’ve been watching The Story of Diana – something I never thought I’d think to watch, and I’ve found the entire thing rather sad really. I know it’s cliche to do an “I remember where I was when…” comment, but it’s the only thing I do remember about her: where I was and what I was doing when I saw the news that she had died. I was too young to really know who she was, but she was a princess and I knew princesses were important so I shouted up to my parents what had happened. And that’s that. It’s interesting to now, some years later, actually be learning (well, as much as we can from a documentary about any person) who this princess was that I rushed to tell my parents the news about back in yonder year. It feels so rotten to say of someone’s biography after they have died, but it is quite interesting to learn more about her.

I also tried to watch the American live action version of Death Note last night. No. Stop. Bad.

One last thing, I hope to post some more creative posts alongside my flashback friday and my soon to be weekly book snippets. I’ve finally started to feel some creativity coming back while thinking about the plot for my latest book – Jack. It’s been a real slump. I can’t express how glad I am that characters and stories are starting to reappear. I’m actually quite sure I don’t need to, you’re all writers. You know what it’s like when stress smothers your imagination and that elated feeling when your imagination starts fighting back.

I will leave you with a picture of Pandora and the pokemon that my boyfriend quite rightly pointed out is her lookalike. I’m on to you, you furry snek!



–  Arbie x

Before Sunday Ends

I’m here. I’m doing this. Look at that, Sunday, just like… damnit! I said Saturday, didn’t I? Oh well. Done on purpose, I swear! From now on, it will be Sundays I post blogs. It makes sense, right? It’s the end of the week, or uh, the start. What do you think? Do you feel Sunday is the end or the beginning of the week?

Well, loves, I’ve had an eventful (not really) week of attempting to get mit for my end of year assignment, ferret bonding is underway (alongside poorly ferret vet time), I finally got round to playing Heavy Rain, I got lost in time and space reading affirming quotes, and I watched a neat TED video.

I’ll start with ferret rambles since ferrets always come first. The little blighters are doing pretty well with each other, although in the photo below I like to think Seb is looking at me and asking “Merm, do you realize it’s still here and it’s stealing my spot?” I’m taking it as slow and steady with them as I can, but that’s as much to do with them being unwell as anything else. Unfortunately, as if meeting each other wasn’t enough, the furzers have had poorly bums. We took a trip to the vet though and they are now on antiobiotics and everything seems to be clearing up quickly. I’m hoping that Pandora was just in the thick of it with everything that was going on (new home, poorly, etc) and might be a little less nip happy and more dook friendly with Seb once better. It was quite adorable really, when I brought them home from the vet and I was carrying them side by side to their cages Panda looked over at Seb and gave a quiet little “og og oog”. I took it to mean, “I feel ya, man.”


I’m adding in an additional picture for the sake of seeing the creepy things you can find staring back at you when you have ferrets. Seb has a bag of what must be about 50 squeaky toys and she spends a lot of her day stashing them in places. This is who I found looking back at me one afternoon. Not weird at all, Seb. Not weird at all.

Look at those empty, broken eyes. I imagine he’s saying “Save me…” or, “I will get you in your sleep.” uh, gonna be storing that one in the cellar from now on.


I mentioned that I finally got round to playing Heavy Rain. I say finally because it’s been out for years and I’ve lusted after playing it for years. It was well worth the wait. You see, I didn’t have a PS3, but my brother did. I bought it to play on his but never got the chance to do that. Recently, however, my boyfriend bought me a PS4. Despite how these pictures might look, I was stoked. I’m looking at my partner over Skype, I’m not that picture-photo-inept. The game he bought me to go with it is Until Dawn, a game I said I’d always wanted to play but never been able to. It’s one of the reasons he got me the console.



It’s shiny and it’s my friend and I love it and I need a name for it.


Honestly, I loved Heavy Rain and I was shattered and blown away by the ending. It also got me thinking about ways I can improve the story I’m working on for my final, too. I’m not gonna reveal anything because there may be some late comers out there (like I was) who still want to play the game. It was a blast, although, I must admit there were times I thought about throwing the controller out the window with all the quick time events. I couldn’t do smooth detective or FBI moves to save my life (kept writing shave my life there for some reason) and every bottle grabbed or motorbike swerve attempted was ruined by my clumsy club thumbs. I have a real thing for consequence based games and games that are reliant upon story though and so it made me persist through the terrible terribleness at my attempts to use the PS4 controller.  I actually wasn’t aware that my choices resulted in who would live and who would die and so that came as a rather pleasant (and unpleasant) surprise at the end and when looking at achievements. I am definitely too much of a softy though and wish I’d killed a certain sumone sumone when I had the chance. I didn’t take any screenshots of the game with the console (I don’t know how – PS4 players please halp) but had to go back to take a photo of this incident. It’s the FBI agent’s face when he turns around. I sent the image to my brothers in our whatsapp group with the same caption. I couldn’t stop laughing.


“I beg your pardon kind sir”


Ah, what a great time I had with that game. And then I started to play Order Up! and wondered where my life was going.

As for where my life is going (let’s pretend that’s a really sweet link) I was sent a great TED talk by my buddy Jules. If there’s a reoccuring trend I seem to see in writers (and by god is it usually the talented ones) it’s fear and it’s doubt. We talk about it pretty often and this video (I don’t remember how to get it to fit in the text…) is a good one to watch if you are looking at working on the skill of confidence.

Finally, I’ll leave you with a quote I adore:

“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”

― Oscar Wilde – robbed by me from Goodreads

Thoughts on Toast

Note: No idea how to get the pictures to be in scale with the text. I’m trying!

I should really have a lot to write about. I spent three months in Hawaii visiting my fiance (we got engaged whilst I was there), but unfortunately old habits die hard and I spent a lot of my time indoors. That was rather embarrassing when I was being asked for beach pictures. Hey, though, I made it over there which for me was HUGE, and I did go to some beaches! I’ll have to get the picture of Jerk, our resident reptile, off my fiance.


Moving from the past to the present for a moment, I’d like to introduce you to the little girl who will hopefully be a new addition to my creature family: Pandora. Panda is a furret.

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Sorry… I blame my pajamas, and the fact furret is a fun word to say. Furret.



Pandora the ferret, not furret, is an absolute dream. Unfortunately the little girl I brought her home to be friends with, Seb, isn’t wanting to play. I’ll write a separate post on what is happening with those pair. Here is Panda investigating a shoe. Please don’t comment on the size of my feet, I’m very sensitive about this.


She’s such a curious little girl and loves human company. She’s from a rescue that I know really care for their ferrets but I also think it means the household that had to give her up must have spent a lot of time with her too. Here she is greeting me after I come back from being away the whole of two minutes.


And here is Seb, my little sweetheart who I think I have babied far too much given her reactions to Pandora so far. In short, she’s a wuss. Despite having lived with another ferret for four years (until Kimble had to be put to sleep last September) she is terrified of Pandora and just wants it to be Serb and Merm.


And lastly, because I can’t bring myself to leave Kimble out, here she is.

Now before this quickly turns into a ferret blog, back to what I was talking about…

Other than trying to get some personal blog posts up I’m also going to be posting more writing. Even if it’s flash fiction or short stories I’ll be using writing prompts to get back into the habit of writing and start to practice again. I have a lot to learn and I’m not going to be doing that by sitting on my ass staring at a screen waiting for an idea. Ideas, come hither, I doth summon thee. No. Idea, I’m doing this with or without you. Yeah, that’s right, how’d you like that.

I’m also going to be posting up some first chapters and the like so that people can see the style I write in. So, if you follow me, I’m sorry if you get a bit bogged down for a few days. It shouldn’t be too much. After that I’ll be sticking to Fridays while I have the material, I’ll be adding a new weekly post also but that will be a short one, and then anything I get written under prompts. and a personal blog post on Saturday (maybe not every Saturday but at least some – sorry, I suck at commitment).

As for toast, I haven’t eaten any in some time. I really want it to be autumn so I can bundle up in a dressing gown, sit in front of a fire in the morning, and munch on a slice of warm toast with a cup of hot tea cooling beside me. Aaah, who needs sun. Give me the pouring rain outdoors and snugglyness indoors and it’s a job done.

Speaking of sun…

Somewhere in Hawaii when we got lost

and my reaction to it… booo hissssss spittt *melts*