Hub2Dee (MrFixit) - How do I .......

[JoolsToo]

take a cutting from an ancient Pieris - or is it easier just to by a new a baby one for £6.99 at Hayes Garden Centre

really tho - I'd like to try myself but haven't the foggiest how to go about it - all I know is you cut on a slant!(?). You seem quite knowledgeable in gardening matters so you're my first port of call

WWB: Glad you liked my apron.

Did you spot that resurrected 'publishing' / publised poems thread that popped up earlier today ?

Had you thought anymore about short stories or poems for kids, or a novel or whatever ?

If you don't necessarily want flowers, ivy growns like wildfire and will cover the wall really quickly.

You can get evergreen jasmines and honeysuckles too, if you want something that smells yummy, although they aren't as fast growing.

Brain cells really are too old and knackered, H2D. I'd love to, but I honestly can't say I think it would be up to much!

"I'd love to" ... 'but fear they may be crap'

WWB...

If you'd love to, then you should try. Dd would love them EVEN if they're crap. And chances are they wouldn't be crap. Writing is one of your fortées, I know you know that, even if you are too modest to shout it.

I think it might give you a really positive, useful, constructive thing to do which I have an eensy teensy feeling you'd be v. good at (whether for adults or kids).

That's a very kind thing to say, but I really don't think I have the time, the imagination or the skills any more.

Of course, I could always give up Mumsnet and feeding dd, that would get rid of the time problem

OK, I'm kind, but I don't do empty flattery.

Would probably be better if we both spent less time on here !

It would be much more constructive (and possibly more healthy) for you to spend the odd hours at the computer knocking up scripts / poems / outlines / character desciptions / plot maps / kids poetry etc. - something REALLY useful, which taxes the brain, would make dd super-proud and super-happy, possibly earn some money one day, than to spend the same time clicking around... you could even share the poems free, online here if that appealed.

(One could say something similar to me and not be wrong, but writing isn't what I should be doing !).

Comments ?

Bloody hell, that would mean people might read them!

Eeeeeeeek

Wig Wam Bam.

Behave.

Sorry

Fine. Keep them private and publish under an assumed name.

If we disregard, for a moment, whether you think you could / couldn't produce anything worthy, do you think the activity would be 'good for you,' in the broadest sense ?

I'm feeling like a match-maker ........

Well, yes, I can see that the activity would be good for me ... I'll give you that one.

Jools ... one of the mint ones or one of the orange ones?

That's honest WWB.

I was rather fearing I might need to extract it painfully from you.

We'll talk tomorrow as I am poised for sleep.

LOL @ match makers. I don't know why they make them individually I could probably scoff a whole box of those yummy non-entities.

Oh, don't get me going, I could quite happily sit here and stuff myself stupid on Matchmakers.

But perhaps I'll just go to bed instead. Night night ...

Extracting painfully sounds interesting; quite how were you planning on doing that??

Attrition through the written word....

Sounds painless, but there's no anaesthetic, LOL.

Night.

Hi WWB, we were last at "I can see that the activity would be good for me"

Have you had any further thoughts ?

I don't really know where to start, been so long since I wrote any fiction! Non-fiction no problems, I write the programmes for our local Little Theatre company so I can bluster away with the best of them, but I don't know where or how to start with fiction - I'm so rusty you can probably hear me creak from there.

In truth it's all a bit frightening, to be quite honest with you.

Frightening in a bad way or frightening as in I know / think this might be a good thing but it is scary...

Frightening as in, I think this might be a good thing but it's scary. Frightening as in, I'm about to find that I can no longer do the only thing I've ever been really good at. Frightening as in, I'm too old for all of this malarkey. Frightening as in, who do I think I'm trying to kid.

Hmmm... sounds frightening....

But not insurmountable from where I sit / stand / type / ponder...

What it sounds like, to be perfectly honest, is someone making all kinds of excuses not to make an arse out of herself.

's a deadly sin, pride.

Ah, you've found my one vice

Hmmm... thinking...

Steady on, it never does any good, this thinking lark