You are never to old to dream:Writers Quote Wednesday

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You are never to old to set another goal or to dream
C.S. Lewis

I like this sentiment but find it increasingly difficult to abide by.

When I was younger than cutting edge I had dreams. Big dreams Larger than I was. I wanted to travel. Travel to India,I knew Mowgli didn’t actually live there but still. . . to the Balkans, that was due to Katie of the Balkans and other books. To the Far East and to Africa, I had read the books I needed to see them for myself.When I was ten an expedition to Antarctica being launched and we had to make a scrapbook of the event.

I added Antarctica to the list.

Then I grew more ambitious

I also wanted to fly a hot air balloon. Jules Verne, obviously, began that train of thought when I was young. Then Georgette Heyer reinforced it with Frederica. In a day when few civilians flew in aeroplanes I thought it would be a good dream . I was the first in the family to do so.

The cinema put the Americas on radar and they were duly added to the travel list.

As I progressed through my teens, I learnt how to ride horses and thought maybe trekking would be good ( a small ambition, first I managed to fulfil) I filled the boring hours at school with small dreams, stupid dreams such as going to University – I had been chucked out quite a few classes by then and had not a hope in hell of achieving it – still a dream is a dream.

Maybe I’d grow rich and have my own abode, a country cottage perhaps, with roses and a couple of cats, I’d be a scary old crone who terrified the local kids. Or I could be a half starved writer and hide in the gloom hunched over a typewriter. Maybe. . . .

All these dreams were ridiculous for the time. Girls didn’t often go to university back then, travel just after a world war wasn’t the norm especially for girls. Only scientists and explorers got Antarctica. Hot air balloons were for books.There was no way I’d be rich unless I married money and as I had decided very early in life that was not my path in life that was out as well. Ah well!:)

But they were my dreams and I was determined to make them come true.

I left school and began my travels. I went to the Balkans, to the Soviet Union, travelled over the Himalayas, didn’t see Mowgli in India but I never thought I would:) however it was a magical place. I visited the Far East and Africa – not all of it but quite a bit. Then one day when I was forty I went up in a hot air balloon. I spent a week learning how to fly it, to dismantle and put it up, the history of the sport and had an exciting hours flying or chasing it over muddy fields.

I thought I would try and write a book decided if I set it in USA I could travel over there (for research of course!:)

Empowered by travel and age I decided I must go to University – so I did. I was on a roll. I finished the book and tucked it away in a box in the attic – took my exams collected my degrees, half way through the courses my sister inherited some money and sent me off to Antarctica – Yay – the continent was open to visitors nothing, would have stopped me and I took in South America while I was about it.

I did think to be rich meant lots of money but I discovered over the years that there is far more to it than pounds, shillings and pence. I consider myself rich beyond any dream, just a little short on the cash!

Only the cottage, roses and cats left. It’s not a cottage but a bungalow, cats and roses of course. I had ticked everything off my list before I retired.

What to do?

New dreams were needed.

I wouldn’t just write a book I would publish one. By now it was possible to self publish. I had to learn a great deal about computers and the Internet. Okay, new dream ticked off, five times. Now what to do?

I need new dreams or is it time to smile sweetly and be content?

No wait!

I still need to be an old crone and terrify the neighbourhood children:)

This quote is part of Silver Threading’s  Writer’s Quote series. Writer’s who have helped inspire my writing and my life. Pop over and follow other quotes there are many inspiring posts

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Any reading more easy : Writer’s Quote Wednesday

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I do not know any reading more easy more fascinating, more delightful than catalogue
Anatole France 1844-1924

Now this a person after my own heart:)

I am an avid reader. Always and forever I hope. That is not necessarily a reader of books. We have all I am sure practised our early reading skills on food packets:) I have a passion for magazines, from children’s comics through women’s magazines to gardening, science, geographical and philosophical journals as I progressed through life.

As I said I am a reader.

A fairly early delight of mine, when I had pocket money and could walk to the shops to buy my own stationary, were brochures and catalogues.

Many reasons.

Curiosity, a wish to have post sent to me, a feeling of being grown up, oh all kinds of reasons. I started with holiday brochures and small catalogues. Filled with exciting destinations, not so many foreign places at the beginning but I wasn’t fussy I had a desire to travel and these sometimes colourful packets of promise fed this desire into a passion. When colour came in well who wouldn’t have been charmed by the sight of foreign climes in sunny blues and white palaces. I would plot my future routes, dream of intrepid exploring. The books I read gave me the fiction these I believed showed me the truth of the fiction.

Then there were those massive catalogues of everything, clothes, furniture, toys and on and on. I could spend hours pouring over the pictures reading the descriptions. I planned my future homes, clothed my future family, myself sometimes. I created splendid meals in shiny pans.

Then book catalogues were produced, I had to have those, even if they were full of books I would never be able to afford or indeed understand if I read them. I could dream of being an extremely intelligent and erudite adult amazing everyone with my intellect.

Ah, the dreams of my childhood.
Not just childhood.

I found educational courses to learn newness from.Every new skill I mastered from the courses and workshops there was, of course, the need for more catalogues to order supplies from.Then I found auction house brochures – wonderful.  When I won the lottery, I thought:)

You understand I didn’t need to win the lottery, didn’t need to possess these things. it was the dreams and plans that were the delight.

 I scoured the backs of magazines and journals for the addresses to write to. I still do. I am still a sucker for them.

A hot cuppa, a comfy chair and a new catalogue, well, there’s a pleasant restful half an hour or so for moi.

These days I plan where to put new plants in the garden, roses or agapanthus can I afford both? Discount books or leather clad, can I afford either!? Do I need a new mixer – nah. Do I need that new shiny whatever?

I still receive endless catalogues and brochures. Soon, very soon they will be all about aids for living, I will be reading about wheelchairs and angled cutlery. It won’t matter each stage of life can entertain me:)

This quote is part of Silver Threading’s  Writer’s Quote series. Writer’s who have helped inspire my writing and my life. Pop over and follow other quotes there are many inspiring posts

 

the time to read is anytime: Writer’s Quote Wednesday

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This quote has always suited me.

I’m not sure how old I was when I learnt to read. I know I could when I went to school at five because on my first day there I got to stand in a corner for being able to do so.

IT WAS NOT ALLOWED TO READ BEFORE SCHOOL!!

I was told and so had to go through months of boredom as the others in my class who had not the skill stuttered their way through words. (I am talking about the early 1950s)
Books and reading has been my constant daily fix and delight since before memory. There were never enough words to read, never enough places to read them. On buses,in trains, in bed, at mealtimes, in the garden, up a tree, hidden in bushes or behind curtains while parties raged around me:) on sofas, benches in the playground.

I never knew when I would be able to read so I bought my wardrobe to accommodate my love, cardigans had paper book size pockets – handbags had to have room for a book (even evening bags – after all who knew when a date would turn out to be dull:) when I began to travel the world, books came with me, most of any luggage which accompanied me would be full of books – e-books would have given my shoulders so much relief! I spent many happy hours sitting on suitcases and rucksacks reading, Have read on the Equator and the arctic circle. In deserts and beside oceans.

Anytime and everywhere all I need is something to read.

The four years I lost my reading were the loneliest

This quote is part of Silver Threading’s  Writer’s Quote series. Writer’s who have helped inspire my writing and my life. Pop over and follow other quotes there are many inspiring posts