
Living with disability and chronic pain in Ireland. Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, chiari malformation, hip dysplasia, dysautonomia, hiatal hernia/ GERD etc. Taking part in the campaign to reclaim the word cripple as a positive. Ex cancer patient (Hodgkin lymphoma). Very pro-choice #RepealThe8th. Atheist/ sceptic/ scientific thinker/ anti dangerous woo. Love art, photography, animals and vintage toys. Trekkie in between all that... May contain sarcasm and crappy puns.
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Monday, 9 May 2016
Becoming a HuffPost blog contributor
I have recently become a blog contributor for the Huffington Post. As most bloggers will know, it doesn't pay, but it's a nice step up all the same! I don't mind the whole no pay thing at all! This has always just been my hobby, and sometimes I feel I wouldn't want to ruin writing with making it into a job, ya know? ...Maybe in some way in the future I'll rethink this, but not for now. For now I love the idea of being a HuffPost contributor which allows me to reach bigger audiences, while maintaining who I am as well as well as ownership to my work. It means that I have no set contract, in that I can also write for any
Thursday, 21 April 2016
My five year bucket list
As mentioned before, I've been working on and implementing a five year mini bucket list -To complete from ages 30-35 (I'm now 31). I like the idea of a short, temporary list, rather than one big, long list...
Being ill means I don't always have the luxury of knowing what's around the corner, and planning anything can be hard. Life is very much on a day-to-day basis. So no laughing at some of these rather silly, and small hopeful accomplishments! Or nuggies all round! They may not be a big deal to a healthy person, but as I sometimes need help to the toilet these days, they are milestones in comparison.
It was reeeeeally therapeutic writing this! I suggest everyone does one.
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Labels:
5 year Bucket List,
Art,
Baby,
Bucket List,
College,
Decorating,
Exercise,
Hip Surgery,
holiday,
Home,
Ireland,
Irish Painies,
KittyLovesTeddies,
Surgery,
Travel,
Ukulele,
Vegetables,
Volunteer,
Volunteering,
Writing
Sunday, 21 February 2016
My very first Liebster award nomination!
So a fellow blogger nominated me for the Liebster
award.
For those of you (like myself a couple of weeks ago) who haven't heard of this before, it is as follows:
It's more of a chain-mail, rather than an actual "award". The point is to find and interact with new blogs, while promoting new blogs in the community. Every chain seems to have different rules, altered slightly, but the ones I received are as follows:
- Thank your
nominator
- Share the
award on your blog
- Answer 10
questions asked to you
- Ask 10
questions to 10 new nominees (who have less than 300 followers)
- Notify them
via social media
The whole point is to discover new blogs so the best way to go about
this is by posting in groups rather than nominating people you
already follow. To find such blogs, I posted in two of my favourite Facebook
blogging groups and
Thursday, 29 May 2014
100 days of happiness... Day 7: The Rise of the Sidhe (by Christina George)
After the previous grumpy post, I think it's time for another exciting round-up of today's '100 days of happiness' experiment...
A friend of mine has written a book, and of course I'm super proud! :) She recently released it for sale on paper back, and I only got around to buying a copy today -So naturally enough, this is my happy thing for today! Cannot wait until I receive it in the post!
Here's an extract (chapter 2, taken from the website):
A friend of mine has written a book, and of course I'm super proud! :) She recently released it for sale on paper back, and I only got around to buying a copy today -So naturally enough, this is my happy thing for today! Cannot wait until I receive it in the post!
Here's an extract (chapter 2, taken from the website):
The Rise of the Sidhe
The light up ahead now was a welcome sight. The cool air refreshed his skin as he finally reached the mouth of the shaft, his eyes revolting against the harshness of the afternoon sun. He breathed the air deeply, and headed towards his digs to report to Carter, who at least would understand. The bustle and noise was welcome for once as he made his way along the labyrinth of high mud walls. He sometimes felt like a rat in a run when he walked along the trenches, and there were plenty of rats scuttling in and out of the nooks and crannies for him to feel the notion was based in reality.
He was pulled from his thoughts as a teenage boy bellowed at him from up ahead, ‘You Captain O’Neal?’ Bran almost kept walking. Sometimes he forgot that he was O’Neal, it being the first name that had come to mind as he signed up on that grim London street two years ago. ‘Yeah, I’m O’Neal,’ he yelled over the tumult of noise as the men ran to and fro in preparation for another attack.
‘Mills wants you to report to him immediately,’ the young boy replied in his broad cockney accent. He nodded in assent. He would have to face the music now and
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