Pigs and fishes cant fly

This is for my dear friend Jamie,who asked me to go for a Weird description of the so called Mythical Grandmother,whom he send me a pic of.
P.S.Since its a weird post the Ps arrives first.No offence ment neither now nor ever for whatsoever and whomsoever.
I saw her crossing the parking lot at the grocery store, only from the back, as she was walking away,
determinedly. I summed her up in a few seconds, shallow, I know, perhaps, but the images and thoughts swelled in my mind.
 Ripe, rushing and full as a stream in March. She wore tan capris, a dark tone, like coffee with milk, and I could tell by her panty lines that she was definitely not wearing a thong. At the likely decade of her sixties, perhaps leaning ever toward the seventies, she looked like a suburban,
matronly, country-clubbing, GRANDMOTHER !

Falling into Malazan !

Gosh ! its ain no cake walk (just curious this sayin does not make no sense i mean makin cakes is serious business wonder how it got linked for jobs done easy),well enough of wondering off  from what i was coming to say ,writing rather managing the blog is one task,for i had so seldom dropped in here but then never quite jolted down,anyways bygones be bygones (life saver of a saying).

I  am these days head over heels on this book called "The Malazan book of  Fallen" by Steven Erickson, fantasy in its most unadulterated form.
Had always liked writers like Grr Martin (the songs of ice and fire series fame and then putting of his 5th book of the series from a couple of yrs infame) ,but this book was a surprise i mean imagine Men,Demons and Gods of all involved in a plot,makes up for some reading i say Mister !

Same old new year !

Same Old New Year , Same Old feelings , same resolutions and same old ways to put them off.

I dont have No "To Do" list.....On the Tattered Sail this year il meet new people, do new things of which i know not at this point and of all KEEP DISCOVERING...MAY IT BE A HAPPY ENDING FOR THIS COMING NEW YEAR.




                                

Naive ink

Once Upon A Time


                                     Why am i writing...Because it is'nt there                
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              Of late i had this fire growing in me to write maybe fueled by my excessive reading,all those fantasy  fictions showing there colors Been always like that i guess, found making castles in air way more fascinating then them on ground.I infer that the future writes of me will be dominated  by books and authors and those wonderful journey they  take us to on read.
Quite often i had my kinship advising me to start making noise by words but i was what i was,think i should be pitied for most of my life  so far i had been blind toward life and deaf toward people,aye i had been,on change i recon. I have so many things to say and write and  as  said "how do i know what i want to say till i see want i want to say" the ink  will keep flowing ,No tale tells all.