Welcome. My name is Francine Rose Hirst. I am writing a memoir regarding a period from my past, how it impacted on my life and what drove me forward following the events which occurred during that time. It’s a challenge.
My hope is, when the novel is completed, it will promote optimism among readers. I know, I know, it’s been done before. All jokes aside, if my memoir give others hope through tough times, I will be grateful to have been the influence. My story is no more special than anyone else’s, other than it’s mine.
I allow all the good words to play an active part in my life. Words such as positive, hope, faith, achievement, goal, confidence, security, chocolate and the bright side (there is one!), can be difficult to embrace when life is getting you down or you are distracted by doom and gloom. Hmm…..that’s not sounding very pleasant is it?
Please keep reading…..
Pooh pooh to the yucky/sad/depressing/life sapping/tear jerking/dirty washing/dog shit/excessively hormonal/no chocolate in the house, (I’m digging myself in here, aren’t I?) life stuff, I say. I am happier now than I have ever been, and here goes one hell of a wild ride!
Tra la la la la….. (you have my permission to sing along)
All feedback is more than welcome on my short stories and poetry. Writing the short stories and random pieces of poetry give me bursts of self satisfaction. I’m selfish like that.
I intend to keep you (irregularly) posted on how the memoir writing process unfolds, and the effect (or non effect) it has on me, as I confront and document my past. I certainly don’t take myself too seriously, and cannot function if I don’t have a giggle at least once a day. No, really, I could laugh all day, but my children may put me away.
Everyone likes the smell of manure…..right? One of the manure making machines below…
I swear this cow had something important to say to me as I was making my way through the herd. (whom by the way, didn’t see any reason on earth why they should hurry along and move off the road) So I stopped the car and waited….and waited…and waited. At long last I heard a loud “Moo!” I was profoundly disturbed by this comment from the cow and told her so. I grabbed my camera and happened to take a shot (for future beef stew reference) just as she laughed at me, with a look suggesting I was a ridiculous human and why walk on 2 legs when 4 is so much better.
Beef stew is lookin’ good!
Thank you, if you decide to tag along.