An average morning with a twist!

I'm currently sat on the train on my way to the big city! It's been a strange morning... I got up late and yet still made it out of the house early (that's just weird). No ice on the car to attack so got to the station with time to spare. Which was a good thing considering that 2 out of 4 ticket machines weren't working!
Even the long queue wasn't daunting. The ladies behind the glass of the ticket kiosks had about as much personality as goldfish, but their speed was unprecedented! It was akin to watching Bolt out of the starting blocks... I took longer getting my card out of my purse!
Then, sat on the train, I checked my books on Amazon as I do every morning, and was pleasantly surprised to find I had made 70p! I am stunned at that considering the books were free for the last week! But I had sold a decent few short stories...
So this is a big shout out to those who purchased! Thank you!
My dad used to say I'd make money off my stories... now just to make a living!!! :)

©2012 Kari Milburn

Forgotten Treasures

Last weekend the strangest thing happened... I found a folder on my PC from August 2009 that I'd not looked at since. Inside it were 10 files with dubious names like Cabbie, The House, and Jerry. Curious, I opened and read what was inside to discover some of the best writing I have ever done. Perplexed, I scoured through it all, only dimly recalling one of the stories called Conaught House.

I had written rather prolifically that summer, it seems,  and it's good. It's very good! 

But I am stunned that I don't seem to remember having written them. I know they're mine. I know my style. I know my warped imagination.  And I know my password to retrieve them... Am I starting to lose my memory?

It appears I've not written anything since. Three and a half years of nothing. Writers block? Nah. Don't believe in it. So why? did my work take all of my time?  It's true I should be a lady of leisure so I can write without the burden of bills, but still... I'd been on a roll!

Perhaps I had left them as a gentle nudge. A gift to push the future me back to writing?

I can confirm, it's worked...

©2012 Kari Milburn

Patience - The Reality

www.dictionary.com
Patience: the quality of being patient is the bearing of provocation, annoyance, misfortune, or pain, without complaint, loss of temper, irritation, or the like.

This, I think, is the best description I have ever read. It explains the frustration and annoyance that patience breeds within us.

It is exasperating!

Take, for example, Christmas. As a child, this is probably the first real test of our patience. You know its coming. The city streets are decorated, and shop windows are full of a million ideas for our Christmas list to Santa. We write that list, post it / give it to parents to forward on for us / pray for it…. Then we have to wait. And wait.As adults, we have to wait patiently for everything – The end of the working week; pay days; the bus or train; traffic lights when we’re in a rush to get somewhere; the phone call or text from the person we want to hear from most; the queues; to be served at the bar; for a real person to pick up the phone while listening to a pre-recorded bitch tell us that our call may be recorded…

Our patience is tested every day.

My patience is wearing very thin at the moment. There are so many things in my life that keep me occupied and busy, but there’s this niggling scratch positioned perfectly just between my shoulder blades that, for love nor money, I can’t reach to scratch. Of course, it’s not a real itch. It’s unreachable because it’s inside. It emanates from the gut, working its way through my nerve endings until I have the urge to scream out loud. My new acronym. SOL. Scream Out Loud. Not the beer.

To all of those people out there who make us wait, I say, stop it.

Anticipation – something similar to patience, but so much more fun! It’s exciting, positive, exhilarating. Its makes you smile. Patience makes me frown. I want to be filled with anticipation. I’d love the person on the end of the phone to be full of life and joyful! To make me forget all of that waiting, to know straight away that it was time very well spent...

Reality sucks.

A Question of Morals

I had a rather heated discussion today with a friend and it's left me curious to what others think on this subject. So this blog invites your thoughts and your opinions. I've done very little research because the discussion was off the hoof. Neither of us really knew the facts... we only had hearsay and our opinions to fight our corner. Hearing your views too could highlight a massive lack of knowledge and understanding that the general public have.

It started with my friend saying how stupid we all are donating our hard earned cash for charities such as Children in Need and Comic Relief when all that money does is line the pockets of dictators like Kuni.

We all know that in some countries around the world,  bribes are a day of life. I've been held at gunpoint in Burma because I refused to pay $200 for a visa I had already paid for in the Burmese Embassy in London. I had my passport confiscated in Russia (a very long time ago) for a similar reason. So if we donate enough to buy a container full of mosquito nets that can potentially save hundreds of children's lives,  why be shocked if the port official wants a thousand dollars?  Or the dictator in power wants a backhand to safely get those nets to where they are needed?

I'm not saying it's right. I'm not saying it's ok. I'm just surprised it's such a shock to some people. Yes,  they tell us every penny goes to help... If this is actually happening, then it's still being spent to improve the whole picture.

Or is it?

Bribes set a precedent. They tell the thieves that the money will keep lining their pockets provided they continue to keep their promises. What promises are kept by liars and thieves and thugs? How many more lives could we save if every penny really did go where it should? How many more malaria drugs, mosquito nets and water pumps could we buy?

Personally, I'm torn. These bastards (pardon the strength of the language) shouldn't be taking a penny. They shouldn't even be in power. So what could we do? Embargoes will only hurt the poorest people most whilst the before mentioned dictator relaxes in comfort... War? We all know how we feel about that idea and the same results would happen... Send in the special forces to 'remove' them? Lower ourselves to their level and open the door to someone else to take over?  Someone else who we don't know and can't bribe?

It's a tough call. Better the Devil you know? Whatever way your opinion falls,  just think about this one question. What is the price of a human life?  Would I pay one asshole a grand to save a hundred children? Too bloody right I would. But as my friend asked, would I pay the same asshole a million?

©2012 Kari Milburn