Createspace vs e-books

I am wondering after hours of trying to sort out the spacing for Walls Closing In  on a createspace template, if it is worth printing our book. Afterall, it is the digital age, and e-books seem to be the way to go these days. And Amazon seems like a perfect platform for writers to earn dollars/rands and cents or pennies and pounds, if you please. Yet, I can't seem to get the idea out of my head, that I would like to see this book, our first attempt at joining the Creative Club, in print. Nothing like feeling the pages turn with your fingers....hmmm, I just think I psyched myself up into tackling this spacing issue again.

Where it all began...Part 2

I also remember that I especially loved banging away on my dad's old typewriter (when he wasn't looking), and used to imagine what it would like to be all grown up, writing my first novel. Imagine the patience I would have had to have, and the  amount of correction fluid I would have had to use. I had never quite gotten the hang of typing like a typist...still haven't actually. Anyway, it was the feeling...I could be the next Enid Blyton or Carolyne Keene...when I grow up. That is the problem with us writers, we have vivid imaginations!

Where it all began...Part 1

I have always loved English...heck(is that even a word?), even one of my more interesting speeches in highschool was "English is a crazy language". I am pretty sure that I got the idea from my sister who got the idea from her teacher who got the idea from the Reader's Digest.
I was too clever for my own good, and recycled a speech which I am sure that the English teacher had heard before. We both went to the same school. Not the same teachers, but if there is one thing I do know: teachers talk...a lot. I guess I must have got a pretty low grade for that one.

Essay writing progressed to diary writing...dangerous stuff really...can get you into all sorts of trouble...to a few pages penned in Taiwan, the plot to some international thriller which is long lost and long forgotten I'm sure. Fastforward a few years...I entered a competition in the Metro. You had to write a mini-story via text and it got published in the paper. What a thrill to see my name in print!

Believe it or Not

Now I have seen it all...fish with fur, the lizard man, the man with crocodile teeth...believe it or not...seriously what would possess a person to do the last two is still beyond me. My trip to Ripley's Believe it or Not-London beggars belief for some of the things I have seen, or more so, that which Mr Robert Ripley saw all those years ago, and decided to preserve it for the world. His legacy lives on as you go on a journey that is a pleasant surprise at most turns.
Initially, you get to the fifth floor and after pottering around there to see some artefacts from around the world; animal freaks of nature, the biggest rocking chair I have ever sat on and a replica of a megladon jaw, amongst others!  I remember thinking how disappointly small the area was...was that it? Did we come all this way to find out that Buckingham Palace is home to forty thousand light bulbs?
 Of course, there were four levels to go, so we were bound to see more unbelievable things! On our way to the elevator, we nearly missed the opening to embark on a gallery that showed the life and times of its founder. Luckily we didn't though, because once you turn the corner, you discover a wonderful art gallery that  fascinates. The things people use to create art is amazing; sweets, tape from 1980's cassettes (remember those...I am sure I still have some lying somewhere), burnt toast, butterflies, keyboard keys, cigarette ash, and lipstick kisses transform into portraits you can recognise. There was even a bubblegum sculpture of the Fab Four...the Beatles I mean.
I especially liked the virtual wall with the virtual spray can...inspiration abounded..take a look...the beginnings of which...well that is a whole other story...

62-Gun Salute

Welcome to the world, Princess Charlotte Elizabeth Diana...here is your 62-gun salute! I am sure the latest addition to the Royal family was thankfully tucked quite far away so as not to go tone-deaf, but this is an age-old tradition...wish I had went now. I was just wondering why it was a 62 gun-salute, and not a 21-gun one, at the Tower of London and Hyde Park. Here is the recipe for the gun salute:  apparently 21 is basic, add another 20 because the Tower is a palace and a fort and Hyde Park is a Royal Park, and add another 21 for the City of London.

Erm...this is embarrassing...I can't recall her surname, but I am pretty sure her title would be Princess Charlotte Elizabeth Diana of Cambridge! I think Diana was a nice way to keep the little princess's  late grandmother's memory alive...

A Royal Night Out

I went for a preview of this movie and thoroughly enjoyed it! It was about the princesses night out on the town on V.E (Victory in Europe) day, which was a celebration to mark the end of the second world war. Hard to believe that it is almost seventy years on!
 Funny and entertaining and worth a watch. Most of the time I find when I don't see the trailer, I enjoy the movie a whole lot more! I was hoping to recognise something inside Buckingham Palace...we did that summer tour and thanks to my darling mum, got to ride a wee-bit outback.  Much to my dismay though, I remembered nothing! It was as if I had seen the centuries old decor, painted walls, grand staircase for the first time...ahh I console myself; it must have been some part of the palace that is not open to the public. This is a spoiler alert, but I have to say it. My friend cracked me up after whispering, "I didn't know they used the front entrance..."

Bug-a-boo

Okay, I shall take my OCD to the next level now...you just never know when the critters will creep up on you really, but they are affecting people pretty close to me. I was horrified about the latest saga of discovering I may be displaced from where I live due to that tiny speck of dust that could turn out to be one's worst nightmare..the humble bedbug. Thankfully...it glossed over me...I say this loftily, mostly due to my OCD tendencies...I am a bit I'd say, but not OTT. Either that or it is divine
intervention that I have escaped.
The mini vampires are not indicative of cleaniliness levels I have read...whew that is a relief...it could literally happen to anyone. Luggage is one way!  I won't become more paranoid now...I won't become more paranoid now...what I mean to say is I shouldn't become more paranoid now...I mean I come across luggage almost everyday, and doing the mad skip and dance to avoid that hurried traveller from brushing their luggage against me as they haul it onto the Picadilly line on their way to, or from, Heathrow, is exhausting. I can't exactly burn my clothes everday either. I'd need loads of bucks to buy a new outfit everyday...hmmm, that would be nice!
  Naturally prevention is better than cure, but fumigation is essential once they are in, that and throwing out everything(well within reason) and washing on 60 degrees celcius...I wanted to try 90 degrees, but the darn washing machine wouldn't allow me to go off the charts.
 I am trying to read extensively on preventive measures anyway; sprinkling crystal silica gel on the floor, cleaning products with tea tree oil...I best go and run out and get some!