NaPoWriMo, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry


So having conquered NaNoWriMo last year and done a poem a day for a whole year previous to that I have now signed up for National Poem Writing Month – 30 poems in 30 days.

How hard can it be?


Just two kids to look after as well as a mounting work load – hence me writing this at nearly 1:00am.

Still – it will be good to get my poetry head on again.


Journalling Again

So – In sorting out paperwork recently I came across a scrap of paper that had been an attempt to start a journal years and years ago. I thought it would be a good idea to add those snippets of information on here – purely for my own reference so I can find them again easier in the future.

This lead me in to looking back at my first posts, when I was essentially trying to keep a journal. There was so much good stuff, especially about all Alexander’s firsts and so on, that it has made me realise how valuable those posts are. Not the blogging world in general but to myself! So I have resolved to try to start keeping a journal again, as well as all the other stuff I post.

Let’s see how it goes.

Also if any of my friends out their have any significant dates they remember would be good to fill on the large gaps in my memory 🙂

General, Health


Apologies for the silence. Have felt like death most of the week. Hopefully normal service will resume soon.

Blogging101, Short Stories, Writing

Not Enough Sleep

Today’s blogging101 task was Try (Another) Blogging Event

So I chose this one – TAKE THE 50-WORD STORY CHALLENGE

It has ten prompts – I have only done one so far but will try to update all ten before the month is out! As if I didn’t have enough deadlines and challenges.

This is the first


Not Enough Sleep

By Scott Bailey © 2015

No time to sleep, Must get on. Much to do. Can’t be late. Sleep when you’re dead my old man used to say. Who’s coming I wonder? Here come the cars. Just take a peek Not many! Expected more at my own funeral! Oh well, what’s next?


Daily Prompt, Short Stories, Writing

Lunch Hour

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “32 Flavors.”

This a repost of a quick story I wrote some time ago – designed to be added to

Thought I would give it another airing 🙂

Lunch Hour

Started by Scott Bailey

There were some friends. And a hall. An infinite hall, with marble walls and pillars that stretched forever into the distance.

And there were tables. Row after row after row of tables. On each table was a never-ending supply of a single dish. In that hall, on those tables there could be found every dish that had ever been imagined, concocted and served up in all of human history.

With a thought you could be sitting before any dish you could think of. Or you could ask your neighbour for a recommendation and try something new. The name of the dish was enough to take you there.

It was time for the friends to eat. They entered and they took their paths through the hall. They commenced their lunch.

As they knew – it was a once only meal.

An hour later they reconvened, look each other in the eyes and assessed their time beneath the infinite arches.

The first spoke.

“I tried as many different tastes as I could. I jumped from table to table and I can honestly say that I know of no one who, could have filled their time here with as many different flavours as I. Yet. Now I am here –  wonder why? I stand here before you proudly stating the quantity of meals I have partaken off – yet I wonder why does that matter? Not one was complete. Have I missed the joy of a meal.”

He hung his head, deep in thought and regret. But second friend spoke.

“You make me wonder. What taste did I miss? I did not try many different meals, For quite soon I found one that I really enjoyed. I sat down and savoured the taste. People around me did the same and we discussed the meal and more besides. I do not regret that – no it was heartwarming – but I wonder at the tastes I missed. Was there a better meal still that I could have savoured with more relish?”

The third friend looked haunted.

“I did not eat. I wanted to try everything but I realised this was not possible, that it was a dream that could only fail. Yet I felt that to just sit down and eat was an insult to the great hospitality and variety that had been laid before us. I fell in with a group of other like-minded people and we were determined to resolve this dilemma with the gifts of reason we have been bestowed with. I have been a fool.”

“You are all fools!” said a fourth friend.

“I knew the way – I understood the correct combination of meals that would allow perfection! I tried to tell you but you would not listen! So many people did not listen! Fools! But there were some and we understand that we have eaten correctly and that we will be rewarded for that. I pity you – you have wasted your lunch hour.”

From Liz Bryant (via Facebook)

“I knew that every choice I could possibly imagine was available to me if only I could be sure to think of my heart’s desire but I couldn’t trust myself to be sure my imagination would conjure my one enduring favourite dish so I watched everyone else and enjoyed observing them choose and enjoy and I admired those who took time to consider, enjoyed and left happy that they had made the right choice”

Blogging101, Poetry, Writing

The Politician, The Voter and the Child

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A House Divided.”


The Politician, The Voter and the Child

By Scott Bailey © 2015

You work hard

I struggle by

In the dark

You’re a hard-working family

To pay my bills

A silent dark

You deserve more

To keep my job

Shattered by

Respect and remuneration

My family safe

A scream so stark

Higher wage

Bills accrue

A sister torn

More tax

No breaks in sight

A mother too


I am undermined

And then my turn

Here they come

By cheaper crews

To be their tool

To take your jobs

And labour pools

Alone I lived

We try to stop them

Let down by those

My family died

But the law demands

For who we fought a war

Alone I ran

Freedoms we ill afford

Belts pulled tight

Alone to hide

So we must let them in

Doors shut tight

Far away

We need your fear

As our land

Where wars don’t rage

So let us pass

Slips away

Across the sea

Stronger laws

Dreams of the past

Into a cage

And take your cash

Of golden days

And forms and forms

For a better way

Seem far away

And questions long

Altogether now

Every man for himself

And looks of scorn

Watch your backs

Seems the only way

And acts of wrong

Strengthen our national pride

So I must take a stand

Drowning in

Defend our ways

Against the tide

A stinking sea

Our traditions

That seems to me

I cry

Like class division

To rise and rise

No one pities me

And stay an island proud

To drown our island’s pride

No one pities me



Philip K Dick, Robert Harris, Science Fiction

The Man in the High Castle

Man in A High Castle

Just noticed they are adapting this Philip K Dick book into a series. Hmm could be interesting. It was certainly a better take on the concept than Fatherland.

Blogging101, Poetry, Writing

The Silliness

Did get time to do blogging101 today – but have already done it really.

So in lieu – here’s an old poem of mine.

The Silliness

By Scott Bailey © 2014

We were the wise ones.
Wandering in from all over the world.
High on the haze of laughter and drink.
Occasional lovers, always just friends.
And game after game we polished our views.

Where did it go?
That time of the silliness, the time of the laughs.
Was it all crushed by the weight on our hearts?
Of life, of the world that we woke to and joined.


Fantasy Fiction, Science Fiction, Writing

RIP Sir Terry

Sad, sad day!

Just heard the news!

RIP Sir Terry! You leave a unique and wonderful legacy!

Some revisiting of the classics is called for now.


Exactly 2 years ago today! (via

Blogging101, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

AWOL – (blogging101 – day #7/8)

Completely failed at today’s task and yesterdays – life has gotten in the way. But some of that is good – more about that later – if I get the chance.



I am indecisive – I think

After seeing some great themes used in the Commons I have changed mine again. And added a randomised header picture.

General, Poetry, Writing

The Name is…

The Name is..

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Death and lust
Entwined in one
Both without
A thought
Both with
Expert care
Sheer red satin
Ripped to shreds
Blood red
Pale skin
Gun metal grey
In cold blue eyes
And a name
That beats hearts
Passion and fear
And steel
And lead
Death and lust
And a name
The name is…..


Blogging101, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

Header – (blogging101 – day #6)

Today’s task done – added an image – changed some colours – done.


Blogging101, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

About – (blogging101 – day #5)

So I have added a text widget with the updated version of my about page on – a paragraph I hope will draw people in to read the fuller page. In doing this I have also changed back my theme to an earlier one and swapped about the widgets. Most importantly I have removed the widget that was advertising my novel to a page by itself – empty and in need of content at the moment – that’s a task for tomorrow.

Would appreciate any thoughts.

See the updated about page here




Sunny Days

So we took advantage of the sunny weather this weekend and got out and about. I dusted off the camera too.

Daily Prompt, Work

The Best Teachers?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “We Can Be Taught!.”

I had a few good teachers but not many. And those that tried were wading against a tide of social programming. So school was not that productive for me. I left with few qualifications and no direction.

I drifted – pushed by financial necessity into work before I could begin to dream about what I might want from life.

So who were my best teachers?

They were my friends. They didn’t sit me down and lecture me they did two vital things.

They believed in me.

They believed in themselves and acted on that belief.

Watching them follow their dreams whatever the outcome – taught me the bets lesson in my life. To take control of my life and start steering my own destiny.

The best teachers are like the best writers – they show they don’t tell

General, Writing

Liebster Award.

I was surprised, pleased and shocked to get nominated for a liebster award!

Thank you SHERINASPEAKS! I am flattered.


I have copied the rules as stated in her nomination.

  1. Link the person who nominated you to your blog post and let them know you answered their questions.
  2. Answer the 10 questions given to you by the nominator.
  3. Nominate 10 other bloggers.
  4. Create 11 questions for your nominees to answer.
  5. Let the nominees know that they have been nominated by going to their blog and notifying them

Here are my answers to the questions.

  1. How are you doing today?

    Today has been great! The kids have been well-behaved – so we have had a relaxing day off – we went to the park and enjoyed the good weather!

  2.  Do you prefer to type, or write on pen and paper? Why?

    I prefer to type. When I type the thoughts flow much easier, and I can type faster than I can handwrite – which means I work faster. Also my handwriting in unintelligible when trying to write fast! On top of that – I find it easier to work electronically. Its easier to edit. And using cloud services (I use mainly Google Drive now) I have access to my work just about anywhere! If I am in a doctors waiting room – delayed by hours sometimes – I can whip out my phone and make some notes. Get back home later and pick up from where I left off. Steal a sneaky 10 minutes to jot down an idea while at work. When I wake at night with a sudden thought I can quickly jot it down with my tablet. It will always be backed up in the cloud so the chances of losing it are remote.

  3. What is your favourite quote? Why?

    “The only constant is change.” Frank Herbert – Dune.  Once you accept that life is easier to deal with in may ways.

  4. Cats or dogs?

    Cats – as they are lower maintenance and pretty much self-reliant.

  5. What is the first thing you grab at a buffet?

    Cheese and pineapple chunks on cocktails sticks. If that doesn’t betray my seventies upbringing then I don’t know what does.

  6. What is your favourite thing about blogging?

    Finding a community of like-minded people. It gives you hope for humanity – that there are people out there who are not as the media would have us believe we all are.

  7. What are you an expert on?

    The only thing I am an expert on is my lack of knowledge about everything 🙂

  8. What made you smile today?

    My children enjoying themselves in the sun – and behaving!

  9. What is your dream vacation?

    It would probably be a combination of walking – writing and playing with the kids. Right now – any vacation would be a dream!

  10. What is your ultimate goal in life?

    To be able to provide security and stability for my family while doing what I love. So basically become a well paid writer 🙂

  11. Can money buy happiness?

    They say not – I would like to have the opportunity to test the theory.


So in turn I nominate the following superb blogs

  1. scottishmomus
  2. Zoe Ambler
  3. infintefreetime
  4. handikwani02
  5. lily pups life
  6. TanGental
  7. my poetic pages
  8. The Demon Gin
  9. bluchickenninja
  10. The crafty mastermind


And these are my questions to them.

  1. What motivates you to blog?
  2. Do you write anything that you do not share?
  3. How do you make time to write?
  4. Do you have any writing rituals?
  5. Who are your influences?
  6. Who would you like to meet?
  7. Where would you like to be in 10 years time?
  8. What one skill would you like to master?
  9. Do you like to listen to music while you write?
  10. How else do you like to relax?
General, Poetry, Writing

Taunting Thunder

Taunting Thunder

By Scott Bailey © 2015


Taunting thunder
Bring on the storm
Rail against the rain
Scream at the sea’s form

But the storm rages on
The rain lashes skin
The sea eats the land
And sweeps on in

Still and steadfastly
Stands the ancient oak
Stretched beneath the sun
Or a frosty cloak

Weathers every storm
Watching briefer lives
Rushing by at work
Like bees in hives

Yet even this strong trunk
Well one day bend and break
As time drinks strength
A thirst it cannot slake

So rail on against the rain
Rage against the storm
Swim against the tide
While blood still runs warm

Blogging101, Poetry, Writing

Themes – (blogging101 – day #5)

Today’s task was to look at different themes for the blog.

I have done this – I do it quite often – but have decided to keep my current one. There are plenty out here I like but like the one I have for now. But what do I look for in my theme?

Well I like to keep my blog clean and simple. I want my content to shine and not to distract from it. This isn’t right for everyone’s blog mind you. There are plenty out there were a more  bright, frantic theme better suits the energy and liveliness conveyed by the blogger. And i enjoy looking at and reading that kind as well. But mine – I need it calm and simple – and functional.

One of the important things I look for is what features the theme has. I need it to not interfere with the layout of my posts too much – especially for the poetry posts. I also do not like the hidden menus that many themes seem to have now. I want the menu to be a prominent part of my blog  – so it can inform the reader of what is available – which sections there are. It also make it easier for visitors to find the right content. I think this is important for me as I have several distinct areas. Those interested in ready poetry may not have any interest in our adoption journey and vice versa,

Anyway – that’s my thoughts on today’s task.


Blogging101, Writing

Dreamers – (blogging101 – day 4)

Too brain-dead today – it’s been a long hard day – to do today’s task properly.

So here is a poem that reflects the task – I will catch up tomorrow


By Scott Bailey © 2015

Reaching out
To grasp our dreams
We find the hands
Of dreamers
Joining them
Holding fast
Dreams can be made real



Blogging101, Writing

Updates – (blogging101)

The last few days have had me thinking – so I have updated by about page with some more info on what the blog is about.



Blogging101, Writing

Hello Neighbour – (blogging101 – day 3)

Today’s task was say hello to the neighbours.

Well I have already been doing quite a bit of that :-). So I decided to check the blogroll on theCommons site and check out the two links either side of mine.

The first one – below mine – worked a treat and I said hello.

Going upwards I got several broken links and a foreign language site before I got to somebody I could say hello to.

Anyway – done.


Blogging101, Writing

Tagged you’re it – (blogging101 – day 2)

Today’s task is all about the title and the tag line. As it’s really aimed at new blogs I will keep this one brief.

I am happy with my title and it’s established now.

So I decided to look at the tagline.

My current one is accurate.

Poetry, short stories, adoption and family dreams

It could be better. So after some ruminations I have distilled the essence of the blog to something shorter and more succinct.

Yesterday’s exercise helped actually as during my long essay the theme emerged.

So my new tagline will be.

Destination Dreams

Being a place where dreams are both shared and found. Striven for and achieved.

So now to update it!


Poetry, Writing

Cloud Rider

Cloud Rider

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Fantastical  clouds today
Rolling over the land
Like a giant wave
Does Thor ride that tube?
To Odin’s disapproving frown
Joy’s deficit
The cost of swings and roundabouts

Daily Prompt, Family, Poetry, Writing

Circle Of Five

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Circle of Five.”

OK – not what was specified in the prompt but this is what came to my mind

Circle of Five

By Scott Bailey © 2015

One is a mother – caring and fierce
Two is wife with perceptions that pierce
Three is a woman Kind and strong
Four is a friend to help me along
Five is the lover tender and sweet
All are in one perfect – petite
One beautiful and loving wife
The five with whom I will spend my life

Adoption, Daily Prompt, Family

Plead the Fifth

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Plead the Fifth.”

The question I find hard to answer – How many kids have you had. I have two – one by birth – one adopted. But we have had three – and whenever I say two it feels like we are betraying the memory of the one that was with us so briefly. Yet if you say three – that leads to many complicated conversations.

I have to add Alexander considers he has three brother’s as he also counts the one we lost at 7 weeks. In my mind we never has that one – we never saw him but I do see his point.

It’s a question that will probably never have a proper answer.