Why Am I So Rubbish?

I know that title is , well, rubbish. But I couldn't think of any other way to approach the fact that my blog is once again sadly neglected and vulnerable to another overload of commas if I'm not careful. It is in good company with my tweets which have remained untweeted these last couple of months, although currently enjoying a resurgence due to my impending participation in a Midnight Pyjama walk amongst other things. E mail and facebook interaction remains buoyant ( and it took me years and the encouragment of the school mummies to get me into the latter). As for texts it's been years since I had so many thanks once again to the school mummies and the school texting service.Although as my good friend Jay informs me I'm crap at replying because you are meant to check your phone at least once an hour if not more and not once every three days....
 So how come I don't set myself the goal of one tweet and one blog a day, especially when I'm ploughing through work and personal e mail, compiling a growing watch list on e bay of things I will inevitably forget to bid on , attempting and failing to secure other people's tat ( my treasure) on Freecycle and trawling bay crazy for local bargains? Well ? I will. Why not? It's just a question of remembering it's there to be done really. Like my short story competition entry ( 2 lines in ) and my unfinished novel ( 60,000 words in) and the next novel ( I'm not even going there ). Today is radio show day 2-4 at the hospital so I have to prepare my playlist and my list of topics for the show. So I'm just going to throw in a couple of lovely Welsh men for you to think about and I promise to return to discuss further .
 Anthony Hopkins ( Sir) , Richard Burton ( Mr). Do they need discussion? Are the reasons not obvious? Am I too preoccupied with actors and voices? Later.

New Year - Never Too Late To Try

Well I know it's already the 1st March and my sadly neglected blog has been, well, sadly neglected. Not to mention my two sadly neglected novels and various short stories in need of honing, polishing and all round ripping to shreds in some cases. However I have not been all idle in these last 3 months. The hospital  radio show is going well. I even have a protege to mentor( I am trying so hard not to mislead her) and I have been drafted onto the committee as the new secretary. Although I have a feeling it may be because no one else wanted to do it....... I now have a two hour show playing  a wide range of latin music and I'm loving it. Next month I am lining up some authors to interview. Sadly my regular writing class has finished until September but I have found a lovely little group in my town led by a published author and artist, which I am enjoying and it presents new challenges. Oh I also had a holiday away from the business with our little one, where we had great fun listening to friends old and new singing and playing, splashing in the sea, eating out and doing lots of reading and some writing.
My resolutions for the New Year remained unmade which means I  don't have to make excuses and I can still make some without naming them to anyone but myself. I think this could be called copping out, except no one beats me up like I do.
In terms of TWC (guess what Bill Nighy has a new film out!) It has to be two nameless chaps on my flight home from holiday. Having missed the news that our plane boarded early we were virtually the last ones on board. Needless to say there were numerous seats of three taken up by twos, leaving a spare seat in the middle, who all steadfastly ignored us. Faced with not being able to sit next to either of her parents our already distressed four year old was strapped into an aisle seat across from me and promptly had hysterics( and I should point out that she is not an overly dramatic child). I was unable to calm her and it was only when her screams for me grew louder that the stewardess decided to ask if anyone would move .
 Two  young chaps with three seats between them  who had been amongst the first to board offered to move so that all three of us could sit together. True gentleman in every sense of the word and we were incredibly grateful to them. Shame on the woman who my four year old was sat next to who not only completely ignored her, but couldn't wait to unbuckle her seat belt. Even before I had my daughter ( and thought I didn't have the maternal instinct) I could not have sat there in the face of an upset child and not offered to move.
So these chaps, whoever they were, definitely make my list for being so thoughtful and caring.