Did You Know ... ?


If I'm not writing then I'm singing. Paul bought me a karaoke for christmas about 4 years ago and its probably one of the best presents I've ever received as an adult.

I'm not sure my neighbours would agree with me though LOL!

Modern Short Stories


I've always found writing short stories a tough little trick to master. They're compact and fast and dramatic right from the get go and if you don't love connect with the character instantly then its over before you had chance to make an impact. Only my best efforts make it here

Novel Extracts


My first ever Novel began on july afternoon, the sun was beating down and I sat on my doorstep slowly turning an maginificent shade of crimson. Yes, I burn easily without suncream. It was two and a half years later before I began writing it. And its been three years since I first wrote the opening line "I'm and arse, please forgive me" ... still the journey I have taken with Life's A Ball? has opened up a whole new world.

The Wicked Witch



Do you remember when ...

 

... I was sick and you were there

Curled up in granddad's chair... I didnt care

Or on my birthday and you were there

Oh I did care... about the green dress I could not wear

 

And when I wanted to me rice crispy cakes,

A total disaster that you have to save.

Nudge Nudge, Wink wink, I'll take the blame

But chocolate doesnt melt in the microwave

 

Do you remember...

 

Ugh! I hate you! For interferring in my life

Urgh! I hate you! For causing me grief and strife

Holding my palms up to the birds and the bees

Urgh! I hate you! For embarassing me!

 

Do you remember when...

 

He called to you... his arms out wide

And in slow motion you started to stride

In your eyes a wicked gleam

as you reenacted so romantic movie scene

Oh my god! I'm not with you!

I turned away from the check out queue

 

So ...

 

On your birthday if I'm not there

Its not about the fashion faux pas I could not wear

And when you're sick I will be there

I'll even curl up in gang-gang chair.

 

There's a bond, a knowledge, it something we share

And it's the instinct to know when we need to be there

The black sheep we may be

But nothing messes with our family

 

There most be mistakes from days that are gone

But there are seven who can say you didn't go wrong

I guess what I'm trying to say, now that I'm done

Is thank you for being the bestest ever... Mum

 

 

First Published on this site in February 2010 © Erin Cawood

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