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For those of you who are wondering, I posted my first draft copy, of my first chapter, of my first novel and for the first time. That is a lot of firsts. http://allworldissues.com/2012/12/05/rubys-notes-chapter-1-draft-thoughts/
I asked people for constructive criticism (yes good and bad) one thing you need to realize if you want to publish your work – you need to seek the criticism, and face the music – otherwise how are you going to improve and make it better?
Last night I spent a bit of time editing it (old school paper and pen style)
here is some of the edited copy – And for those who are wondering ALL my work IS in fact Copyrighted. So don’t be thieving
Being a school teacher wasn’t all it had cracked up to be. Sure there were a few perks, seeing the smiles on those children’s faces every time I entered the room, just as easily they smiled when it was time to pack their bags and go home, teaching them all about how the world works… How much they actually listen to is a different story. My name is Ruby, Ruby Kensington but you can call me Miss K.
I’m not married, I don’t even have a boyfriend, I don’t have children of my own and I don’t have any friends. No I am not a weirdo or maybe I am. You can decide that for yourself. I’m going to tell you a story about how I ended up in the position I am in.
June 28th 8:40pm. 1993
It was the 90’s and I was fresh out of law school, already I had already received my first job offer. I was desperate, so I went for it not knowing quite what I was getting myself into. We had arranged to meet at 9am the next day to discuss what the job involves, the only problem was that I did not know who I was meeting or why. I had received the phone call out of the blue, and the person I had spoken to did not go into any detail about the job, they just gave me a time and the address of where I would be meeting my ‘potential employer.’ When you are a lawyer, you don’t think too much about those types of phone calls – although I would have preferred to pick the location myself.
That night I had a group date with my best friends Chloe and Sandra.
They had been my friends since we were in law school. Chloe had long blond hair with colors running through it, pinks, purples, blues and oranges. She was short, maybe 5’2 and she was very socially awkward. When Chloe was younger she really wanted to be a hairdresser, but her mum forced her into attending law school. Chloe didn’t want to upset her mother, so, she used her talents with hair as a side business as a way to make some extra cash. Now Sandra on the other hand was the complete opposite. Sandra was a girl of status in the law industry – as her dad was a lawyer. She was tall with luscious tanned legs that go for miles. Sandra had dark hair and dark eyes, with a European look to her plus she was really skinny and everything about her screamed sexy. Sandra always had all the guys pining over her like little puppies, even though she turned them all down.
As the night progressed I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. You know the type of feeling you get when you think there is someone who just won’t stop staring at you? The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and cold shivers run down your spine, as if someone had ‘just walked over your grave’ as they say. That’s the feeling I had now, so I decided to call it a night with my friends and walk home.
As I was walking I started to feel dizzy, queasy even… did I really drink that much? A few minutes passed by and I couldn’t bring myself to walk any further. I hailed the first cab I saw and jumped in. My house was about a 10 minute walk away from our favorite hangout but I just couldn’t bear to walk any longer. The taxi drive made me feel worse. I wasn’t even sure if I was even in a taxi anymore and I just passed out.
Yesterday my partner and I took our son to the museum. First we took him through the Waterhouse art exhibition – will write about this is a later blog, then we took him through to the ‘stuffed’ animals.
A museum worker came up to us upon arrival and said something so profound to us, it has just stuck in my brain, “They say you should come to the museum 3 times in your life, once when you are a kid, once when you have kids and once when you have grand kids.”
Which is true, the museum is a world full of free knowledge that you can access over and over again. Things are always changing at the museum and some things will never change.
So of course I took photos of my favorite parts of my museum (South Australian Museum.)
On the left you can see some mummified things (they sort of creep me out but i enjoy seeing the crazy preserved details) and some sarcophagus’s.
Today was going to be food shopping for my little family but we suddenly decided (while waiting for the bus) that we would take our son to the Museum instead.
But the most interesting piece of sushi he ate was UNI
This particular piece he had specially requested them to make, it is so uncommon for people to order it that the sushi chefs were a bit confused as to where the uni was located. Now Uni is Sea Urchin… I know right? what a strange thing to eat. Here is a photo of said UNI Sushi.
look at all those creepy tentacles D= I kept this picture enlarged to show the details. My partner said that ‘It is an acquired taste and i would probably have to eat it more than once to like it but i don’t hate it’
Jiro Dreams Of Sushi – A documentary by David Gelb 2011.
Last night my partner was searching through the ‘recently released’ movies on the internet, and he came across a documentary – Jiro dreams of sushi. As sushi lovers we were instantly inclined to seek and download the film.
WOW! No regrets there at all.
This documentary is worth watching, not only is it subtitled, it is well made and this man is pure inspiration. Jiro is the epitome of a hardworking and dedicated man who loves what he does.
He has been making sushi for 75 years and owns the most expensive sushi restaurant in Japan – his customer’s say it is well worth the price (I would have to agree even though I haven’t eaten there.)
Not only does this man and his worker’s make amazing sushi they pay close attention to everything. The fish they buy is only the best, spending a long time every morning at the fish market picking out the freshest (sometimes still alive) fish, octopi, shrimp and so on. The rice is also bought from a master of rice (expect in everything rice and rice related.)
When he is serving to his customers he takes note of who is sitting in which order e.g. male, female, male, male and etc. whether they were right handed or left in which he would arrange sushi accordingly and he would also make the sushi to size depending on gender – smaller for female because if it was the same size as the male’s piece of sushi then the males would have to wait for the female to finish – thus disrupting the vibe of the evening.
‘when you eat Jiro’s sushi it is like music’ as said in the film and they explain it’s like being at a concert, everything just flow’s like music – every different piece of sushi is placed in the perfect order like the music in a concert.
Watching this film got me really excited about the future, not because I want to suddenly try and become a sushi chef, no… Because I cannot wait to travel into town to visit sushi train (best sushi place in Adelaide by far and I have been to a lot of them and nothing compares to sushi train.)
There is nothing better than good tasting food when dining out. Good service is good too, but if the restaurant lacks good service then sometimes they can redeem themselves by serving good food – only sometimes.
I give this film well over 5 star’s and recommend that you watch it. It is very inspirational and that’s my goal for this blog – to inspire – whether it be a smile or a change in lifestyle, I hope to inspire everyone who reads to just be happy and to remember that no matter how much money you have, how clean you want things or how messy everything is, how much time your boyfriend/girlfriend spends with you or doesn’t, how stupid you think someone is or how stupid people think you are, how many people judge you or think you are something you are not and so on, life is great.
Life and being happy is the most important thing, if you are happy writing (in spite of others expressing how incapable you are at writing, how bad your grammar is or how your just not worth being herd) then write! Because no matter what that person has to say at the end of the day it’s about what makes you happy not what makes them happy. Only they have the ability to make themselves happy.
Writing makes me happy, there are some people I know who think I am this stupid person, incapable of being able to write something decent because on facebook (when I did have it) I lacked proper grammar. But hey, in your face, welcome to my blog where I speak my mind and I write because it makes me happy, not because you love to pick on me and put me down.
The point is I am not stupid, I don’t need to do a class in writing to be able to write and I love writing, so I will write until I cannot write anymore. Because I am happy!
So should you be. Right now, go do something that makes you happy – I dare you!
Ever since my son was crawling he was obsessed with my laptop. Pulling off the keys and trying to get it every chance he got.
Today he got given his own leap from laptop. He loves it!
One thing I wonder is will this be good for my little tech savy 1 year old? I think the results speak for themselves.
So in a world where technology is seen as one of the most important ways to communicate, is it better for us to be teaching our kids earlier about it?
Since my son was 7 months old I had been teaching him how to use my smart phone. I started with a game called ‘milk the cow’ where you would use your finger to pull the teat of the udder down and see how fast you can fill the bucket with milk.
By 9 months he could milk the cow, unlock my phone and flick through photos.
Now this, his own laptop that teaches animal sounds, the alphabet and you can connect it to the computer and upload music to it.
Babies are fast learners, they really are. My son is 1 year and 1 month old.
In that time he has gone from a crying helpless baby to a little independent computer nerd. He has learnt the usual roll over, sit up, crawl, stand up, walk along furniture and now walking. He can high five, bro fist, he can tell you to shh, dance, he can clap and cuddle his bear. He knows who nan, pop, auntys, uncle, mum, dad and the dogs are and will point to us when asked. He eats his veggies and he eats his meat.
I’ve been told before that ‘i am a bad mother because I teach my son stuff instead of him learning by himself’ the same person also said they feel sorry for my son for having a mother like me.’
No matter… Their opinion, I personally think teaching children is usually the way they learn.
So what’s next? I will have to see.
What are your thoughts… Should I really be encouraging my son to be tech savy? Or should I be doing something different?
Sometimes things in life are such an inconvenience. Like ants in a sugar jar… You don’t know how the got inside spoiling your sugar or how long they have been there. But now you have to empty all the sugar out because you aren’t fond of drinking ants with your coffee.
Yes I found ants in my sugar jar… I found out its not as ant proof as I originally thought… So I need to find a new one.
Ahh life, what will you throw at me next?