"Sailing" by Teri Meridian

"Sailing" by Teri Meridian

The waves are long and rolling, perhaps 8 meters apart and 1 meter high. The ocean is deep here, so they flow easily, without cresting or white caps. They are perfect for my Nacra as it is small enough to go over them, rather than the jarring ride of cutting through them with its hulls. The twin hulls are rigged wide, giving me a large stable platform that allows me to take the waves at an angle as I tack on a northerly course. The mainsail is taut in the wind, which I estimate is averaging about 15 knots. The jib is set a bit loose and is luffing slightly after a recent wind shift, but I’m not racing so I let it flutter lightly. I will be tacking in but a minute and will need to adjust it momentarily.

"Magnum Opus" by Teri Meridian

"Magnum Opus" by Teri Meridian

Inspiration from September 2010

Tonight was going to be the night. Sitting here, at my desk, I was going to finally write something that would put me on the map, so to speak, as a serious writer. My desk lamp now has a new “Natural Radiance” light bulb, which produces light of the same colour temperature as the sun – natural, warm, and soothing, according to the propaganda on the box. My faux leather chair has been adjusted to position me at the best height for writing, my feet flat on the floor, and my back fully supported. I’ve duct-taped a pillow to the back rest where I needed a little extra lumbar support.

Your Inspiration for January 2014

Kitty Cat - by Marita Decosta

Blackness, pure unadulterated blackness surrounded her consciousness. Soft tendrils of sentience manifested unbidden and probed at the blackness. It was not cold or vacuous, but thick and warm and all encompassing and she knew this was exactly where she should be, at the very core of her being. A wordless soundless sensation rippled through the thickening blackness, “Yes this is where I need to be”.

" Belle-n-Boots " by Llola Lane PART 4

" Belle-n-Boots " by Llola Lane PART 4

Belle nodded her head in agreement and hoped that once the Queens family was back to normal the story would end and Boots would be back to normal too. She had a fondness for the cat. She and the Queen sat under the apple tree til daybreak and worked on a plan to get things back to normal.

My Name Is… - part4 – Lillian Morpork

My Name Is… - part4 – Lillian Morpork



“Ma’am, Sir, dinner will be served in half an hour. Would sir like to come with me now? I have found suitable clothing for him; I thought he might like to dress for dinner.”

" Belle-n-Boots " by Llola Lane PART 3

" Belle-n-Boots " by Llola Lane PART 3

Belle agreed to help him and proceeded to read Boots the story from the book...

My Name Is ….. – part 3 by Lillian Morpork

Inigo had a hard time keeping calm, he wanted to jump up and declare his name, and shout a challenge To Count Rugen, but he did not dare. Not until he was released from the spell could he say anything. He hoped his Bella Donna, Simone, hadn’t noticed his reaction to that hated name. He took a deep breath and looked ahead. There was he home, a beautiful mansion, built of field stone with fancy stonework around doors, windows and in a line marking the level of the second floor.

My Name Is… part 2 – Lillian Morpork

Inigo walked out of the library with the beautiful young woman, wondering just what was going to happen. Would she be able to help him break the spell that had turned into a cat? He was hopeful, and as usual, the strains of Gustav Holtz’s “The Planets” sounded in his head.

" Belle-n-Boots " by Llola Lane PART 2

" Belle-n-Boots " by Llola Lane PART 2

Belle sat on the edge of the pile of books and Boots sat next to her. She listened as he told his story...