Hello blog followers, new ones and lovely old ones. How exciting, the latest writing magazine landed on the mat today. It’s a job to know which bit to read first as it’s all good. I have to confess my favorite regulars are Lynne and Lorraine.
Now I have a feeling Lynne is psychic; this is because every month, it feels as if she’s written that column entirely for me. Last month, I was pondering on the courses I’d completed, even if it took several, (in the longest sense) years, and classes, and vast amount of books I’d read on how to write, and decided, I should ‘get on with it.’ That’s what she wrote, word for word. This month, she talks about, the joys of getting something published. And, how we should not take rejections personally. Again, I had a ‘sorry, we’ll pass on this’ for my novel openings from Diane Banks, yet I have a letter in the same magazine. Even if they called me Susan James, but that’s my fault, as I hand wrote the letter, and my Jones can look a bit like James. It was in response to Rena George, who would rather write in pen first, then put her words on the computer. Perhaps that should be my new pen name. Lorraine’s page always gives me something to smile about as well.
Also, I have a story published on Creative Frontiers. Walter has gone public, and hope you enjoy reading what he’s getting up to.
I’ve sent a funny item off to That’s Life letters page here. They pay well, and don’t forget to add a photo if you send something in. I’ve had three letters in there already, and they always ask for more. I was clearing out my old bags in the wardrobe yesterday; full of notebooks, and I lingered a while, reading the scribbled notes from over the last year or so I tend to stuff in the bottom of my bag. The one was really funny. It was actually in an envelope, to go to Essentials, and I’d forgotten to post it. I’ve now emailed it to That’s Life.
Here’s a poem that appeared in ‘Rubies in the Darkness.‘ I found that when I was clearing out as well. It’s in the form of Tectactrys.
This forms a diamond, using 1,2,3,4,10,10,4,3,2,1, syllables….
Once
Upon
a time there
was a dancer.
She waltzed around the clusters of snowdrops;
Singing magic melodies to Springtime.
It’s here my friends.
Come out and
Play with
me.
Susan Jones - Writer 
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