Sunday: Easy Like…

Day 38 of 365:

(Simple, Single Image on Sunday)


…Sunday morning is easy like my little dog snoozing the middle of  a rumpled duvet…

That is all.

Happy Sunday!

-Janice :)

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Saturday: Snap Shot

Day 37 of 365:

{Simple, Single Image on Saturday}


Relax.  Take your time.  Do what you want.  Every thing is easy.

The Hubby is blasting his favourite Adam and the Ants album, cooking a big pot of chili for dinner tonight.  I am writing and enjoying an espresso, causally cruising around the internet.  Neither one of us has anywhere in particular to be.

It’s a good, good day.

Happy Saturday….


-Janice :)


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Skinny Legs Flying


Day 36 of 365:

{writing prompt}

Tell us about a book you can read again and again without getting bored — what is it that speaks to you?

I am relying heavily on the Daily Post’s Writing Prompts this week for my inspiration.  For reasons I cannot pin down, this bothers me.  Why can’t I think of things to write about on my own…without assistance?  If I think about it too much, I start to panic and worry that I have writer’s block or have hit a creative wall.

…any way…IMG_2173-books-writing-the-girlThe writing prompt today caught my eye simply because, when I stopped to ponder my answer, I realized that I don’t re-read books.  Yet I LOVE reading almost more than anything in the whole world.  I really had to search the recesses of my literary history to think of what books I have read more than once.

And then it hit me: Booky.  My Booky Books.  Of course!  duh!

Booky (pronounced Boo-key) is a series of stories based on the real life of a young girl (the author, Bernice Thurman Hunter) that grew up poor in depression era 1930’s Toronto.  Yes, her nickname was Booky.  In total, it’s just three simple, short novels – but they completely caught my imagination and my heart.

I saw bits of myself in her (she’s a day dreamer that always seems to get herself caught up in some sort of dilemma based on her curious nature).  The first sentence in the first book begins with these simple words: Skinny legs flying…  That was me when I was a kid – I had skinny legs and I was always running.  It was a fusion of imagery and emotion that told me I could relate to this girl – she could be me…or I could be her.

The stories offer a rich and colourful portrait of Toronto in the 30’s and 40’s.  Thurman-Hunter paints such a vivid picture of what life in the city, which is also my city.  It’s hard not to get caught up in the feeling and the nostalgia of our history and the struggles that were endured.  As I read about Booky’s adventures, and her life, I wondered what it would have been like to experience my city this way.  I sometimes felt like I was living in it, through Booky’s words and memories.  In a way, it was like a history lesson of my home town.

My two remaining “Booky Books”…

I guess there were a lot of factors that drew me in and kept me and my imagination going back to Booky’s world over and over. But it was more than the plot. And it wasn’t just the characters, the setting and the events.  These books made me fall in love with writing and reading and instantly solidified my own identity and dreams of becoming a writer.  Bernice Thurman Hunter was my first literary hero.

I first read the Booky Books when I was 8. I have no idea as to how many times after that I read and re-read all three, but it was a lot. I loaned them out too, proud and eager to share my treasure.

Sadly, one of my original copies, the third in the series, went missing some where along the way. My two remaining copies, purchased so, so long ago, still sit on my book shelf. They are a bit tattered and wrinkled, obvious signs that they have been opened again and again.

I think the last time I read them was when I was in my 20’s. Now I’m thinking I will read them again. Booky has always been a part of my life. Maybe not actively, but these stories are deeply woven into the fabric of who I am and where I came from.

Writing about my Booky Books today as reassured me that the little girl with the skinny legs still lives inside me.

-Janice :)


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Second Time Around

Sure, I’ll Do It.


Day 35 of 365:

{Writing Prompt}

Are you comfortable in front of people, or does the idea of public speaking make you want to hide in the bathroom? Why?

Sure I’ll get up and speak in front of a crowd.  Why not?

I think life should be about stepping out of your comfort zone and surprising yourself.  If you have a voice and something to say, why hide it away?

This coming from a self-described “Introverted Extrovert” – meaning I have  no problem with getting up in front of a crowd.  Making a fool of myself is of little concern, in the right setting.  I don’t even have to be even mildly intoxicated to do so.  Seriously.  Just ask my mom.  But, that’s the extrovert in me.

The introvert part of me likes to lock herself away and not answer the door or the phone for fear of having to deal with people.  I will do this for days at a time and be totally content.

I know, I know.  I’m fickle.

My point is this: life is short, right?

So be goofy.  Dance on a table, if the time is right.  Give a wild speech to a room full of strangers.  Sing your little heart out at a karaoke bar.  Even if it scares you a little.  I for one, like to scare myself every once and while.  It makes me feel alive.

And if you want to shut the door and not be seen, then fine.  But for goodness sake, don’t stay inside forever.





-Janice :)


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Naked with Black Socks



Day 34 of 365:

Writing prompt topic:

The idea that the weather and people’s moods are connected is quite old. Do you agree? If yes, how does the weather affect your mood?IMG_6504-sunshine-morning-writing-the-girl

Sure, the weather affects the way we feel.  Of course it does.

I live in a climate where the weather conditions change dramatically with each season.  So much of what we do, from our lively hoods, to how we spend our leisure time, depends on the environmental conditions.  When we can’t do what we want because “it’s too crappy outside” or “it’s too hot” we become grumpy.  And when the sun is shines for the first time in 3 weeks at the end of March, or it is the first day we don’t have to wear a parka to go get the mail, well, those are the best days ever.IMG_0550-sunshine-flare-writing-the-girl

Take today for example:

On a day that saw unheard of high temperatures for the 3rd day of February, I would say yes, the weather definitely affects moods.  All day long, people happily chirped about an “early spring” and being able to wear lighter jackets and leave their heavy boots in the closet.  And while the day itself was dull and overcast, the warmth in the air made us all feel just that much happier.  It gave us hope that maybe, just maybe, the coldness of winter will be a little less harsh from now on….

The weather forecasters are already telling us not to get used to these high temperatures, reminding us that tomorrow it will feel more like winter as we will go from 12+ back down to “that’s more like it” 2 degrees (Celsius).

Everyone else has been in a ridiculously good mood all day, but not me.  I dread these drastic swings in the weather, for you see, I suffer from migraines.

There are so many different triggers that set my headaches off, it is hard for me to say which one is worse than all the others.  But I can definitely tell you that changes in atmospheric pressure are at the top of my list.  The migraine I have today has been brewing, slowly building like a thunder storm in August, for the past few days.  IMG_1946-001-rain-drops-window-writing-the-girl

So yes, on a day when birds are singing, and the snow is melting, and everyone around me is so happy and content with our good fortune, where am I?

Hiding, in my room, drapes drawn tight to block out the offensive light,  my head tucked under my heavy duvet.  I pop codeine and curse the change in the weather.  To say that I have been grumpy all day would be a bit of an understatement.

Yes, weather affects our moods.  It’s either too hot, too cold, too cloudy, too rainy, too foggy….and for some of us, too migraine-y.

For those of you that were able to enjoy this bonus “spring” day, did you?  When it is cold out tomorrow, and we are “back to normal” will you be happy or sad about it?



-Janice :)


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Climate Control






Even More Vibrant {Filler!}

Day 33 of 365:

{busy writing a piece tonight that won’t be ready until tomorrow.  In the meantime….}



My offering for the photo challenge yesterday was not the brightest.  I mean, I liked the idea of my lavender plant, faded foliage an all, poking out against the dull backdrop of winter….but I thought I would share what my lavender looks like in the summer.  Vibrant, fresh, dazzling and purple.  This is how it’s meant to be enjoyed – in full bloom, basking in the sun.

Oh, summer, how I miss you.


-Janice :)


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Weekly Photo Challenge: Vibrant

Day 32 of 365:

First day of a new month, first day of a new week – my energy level and optimism are bright and shiny.

Speaking of such things, here is my take on “Vibrant”….


Back story here:

I initially thought this week’s challenge theme was going to be really tough to pull off.   You have to understand: it’s winter.  I live in Canada.  Nothing around me is vibrant at the moment.

However, luck was on my side when I had an unexpected opportunity to capture this shot yesterday afternoon.  The temperature outside had climbed all the way up the thermometer to an unseasonably warm 10 degrees (Celsius).  The sun came out and generously melted the snow in my yard just enough to reveal the green leaves of one of my lavender plants in the garden.

So there it was, waving to me, my vibrant subject,  jumping out at me from a sea of white and grey.  I grabbed my camera and pounced.

This may not be the most stunning example of “Vibrant” that will be posted in response to this week’s photo challenge….but it sure caught my eye!




-Janice :)


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