The Broken Pocket Watch – Chapter Thirteen

I wake up, knowing I have school, but only wanting to do one thing. Go back and see Mum. I drag myself out of bed every day, waiting for the weekend. I don’t want to mess up at school, and miss out on the scholarship. I would be so tired if I went to see my Mum during the week. I would still have to walk the distance, and I don’t even know what way to go. Dad said wait until Saturday and then he will show me where their village is. We will be walking around the wall to the City.

Finally the week comes to an end and I wake up, jumping out of bed. I can’t believe it’s finally Saturday. This has been the longest week of my life. Every second just pining over the upcoming weekend. And now it’s finally here. I get dressed and head downstairs. Dad is already waiting in the shop, tinkering with something or other.

“Ah finally awake. Ready to go?” he asks.

“Yes, just let me get something to eat.”

“I thought we could get some eggs from the cafe. It’s on the way.”

“Okay, yeah that sounds nice. Haven’t been there for a while.”

Everyone eats at the cafe. It’s really cheap, and not very nice. Most people don’t want to eat there but it’s the best way of eating simple food, especially for breakfast. We walk in and I sit down while Dad goes and orders. We sit in silence, as do most people in the room, while waiting for the fried egg and accompanying bread to arrive. It won’t be cooked properly, the bread will be at best slightly stale. But it’s better than anything we have at home. That’s why everyone’s here. The room is teething in silent bodies. The food arrives with a clank on the table. We start eating, filling the table with the noise of scraping cutlery. I’m guessing it’s a long walk to the other village, if we’re eating here it has to be. Dad avoids this place at all costs. He can afford his own meats and bread. But this is easier for breakfast. For most people it’s just cheaper, because it’s the worst, and usually out of date, food in the village. I scrap up everything that’s on the plate, and shovel it into my mouth, spit flying everywhere. It’s easier just to get it done.

“That was something,” my dad starts once we get outside.

“Yes it was,” I state.

“Come on, we’ve got a long walk ahead of us. I’m sure the food will settle before we get there.”

I don’t reply, knowing it probably won’t. We walk to the outskirts of the village, but instead of walking towards the gate we head to the left and follow the wall. The barren waste land around us growing more desolate with every step. As the village slowly seeps into the background behind us, the wall and the dried and cracked mud is the only thing we can look at. Nothing grows here. Someone told me from school that the government did this. That the grass inside the wall used to stretch outside and beyond this. Flowing green waves in the wind that would continue to the other cities and every village in between. But they only wanted certain areas growing food, so they poisoned the land outside the farms. I don’t go to the farm very often, but there is grass inside their fences. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I hope not.

I don’t speak at all during the whole journey. I just try and focus on what’s about to happen. Or how little I know is going to happen. I’m going to see my Mum, as a young girl. I’m going to see my grand parents. Are they still alive now? I know I should ask, but I really don’t want to. Instead I just focus on the path ahead of me, or lack of one. I’m one step behind my Dad, and that’s fine with me. I’m sure he won’t lead me the wrong way.

At least he can’t moan at me this time. But next time I go anywhere without telling him, I need to make sure I take the watch. I can make the trip last no more than a couple of hours then, and no one will be able to bother me on my way. I could even just reverse time until about half an hour before I leave. But for some reason it makes me very nervous to live out of sync with my actual time. But that feeling will go away, I’m sure. I’ve probably already messed it up, so there really isn’t anything to worry about.

The village isn’t visible from behind, and only the wall stretches out ahead.

“How far away is the village?”

“I don’t quite remember, but we will reach it eventually, or loop back home. One of the two.”

“Reassuring.”

“We’ll get there. Don’t worry. There are four villages just outside the City, all near one of the four entrances. Your Mum lived in the one this way, the closest one to us. So we will hit it eventually. I used to do this walk quite often, it may seem like an eternity, but we will get there in the end. That’s the only thing that matters. We will get there in the end.”

I don’t say anything else, not knowing really what to say. We will get there I suppose, even it if takes forever. It will be worth it. Forever, it’s just been me and my Dad. That’s all about to change. I’m about to have access to the rest of my family, for the first time ever I’m going to be able to tell other people things that happen, I’m going to be able to get new opinions on my problems. I’m going to learn about where I come from, where my Mum comes from. The missing hole inside me is about to be filled.

Something starts to form in the distance, a cluster of dark colours, building upwards, near the slowly curving wall. My dad lifts a hand and points.

“There it is, see not to bad.”

I don’t say anything, my heart racing. We haven’t even gotten there yet. We still have to find the house.

“Where do they live?”

“Towards the middle. I’m sure I’ll find it. It’ll all come back to me.”

They’re still alive, unless news hadn’t reached my Uncle. He seemed to believe they are still alive. I’m just worrying now. Freaking out and panicking as we start to waltz between the buildings, my legs blindly following my Dad, because if they stopped I would just collapse. Why is this so important to me.

“Here it is,” Dad states.

“This is where they live?”

“Yeah. I’ll knock.”

The longest moments of my life. The door slowly creaks open, revealing the face of a fragile old man. He looks at my Dad for a while, instantly recognising him as fmailiar.

“Hello?” he says with a shaky voice.

“Hello. It’s me Jikwin, I know it’s been a while.”

Dad’s voice seems just as broken. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to drag up the past.

“Is it really you? It’s been so long. Come in.”

The old man hobbles back into the house, leaning with one hand on the wall as he walks. He leads us through a short corridor and into a room on the right. There are two chairs in here, and a table with a couple of worn books on them. I’ve read both of them. I wonder if they like them.

“Sit, sit.” He says

My dad takes one of the chairs, but I leave the other for the old man. I’m not quite ready to call him Grandad yet, I slink down to the floor and sit cross legged next to my Dad. I watch as the man tries to steady himself above the chair, and then falls into place. The chair creaks, almost giving way, but it stays. I cringe while watching, not wanting to see him fall and hurt himself. Surely Maz could bring a walking stick from the City for him. I saw people walking around with them. But maybe he doesn’t want one.

“Jules, come in here,” he shouts, licking his lips between every word.

“Aram, one minute,” a voice from another room. It sounds more confident and youthful.

“So what’s kept you,” he asks my Dad.

“You don’t skirt around it. Life did. I kept on meaning to and then things just get in the way. You know how it is.”

He grunts in response.

“Well you could have come to our village.”

“On these legs?”

“It wasn’t always this bad.”

“Always been easier for you.”

“Let’s not do this. I brought my daughter, your granddaughter to see you. Nymia, this is Aram. Your granddad.”

“Hi,” I say sheepishly.

“You look just like her. It’s like looking at a photograph. I can’t believe how big you’ve gotten. You feeling good.”

Each word is dragged out with effort.

“I’m fine.”

I don’t know what else to say.

“You must be towards the end of school.”

“This year and next left. That’s it.”

“She’s been put forward for the scholarship.”

“So it’s not just the looks you take from Maria. Brains as well. Oh she was a smart one. Jules, come and meet your Granddaughter.”

“What?”

A hurried body rushes in the room. She looks me up and down, and then looks at my Dad. Instant recognition.

“Jik? Is it really you?”

She looks so much younger than Aram.

“Yes, I’m sorry it’s been so long.”

“So you apologise to her.”

“Shut up Aram, he’s here isn’t he.”

He grumbles as a response.

“And you are?”

“Nymia, but people call me Ny.”

“Nymia, such a lovely name. You look just like your Mother.”

“I told her that,” Aram adds with a grunt.

“What are you doing here?” Jules asks. “Did you want a drink or anything?”

“Water would be nice,” dad says.

“Please.” I add, trying to be polite.

My heart hurts it’s beating so fast. I take my time breathing, slowly. Focused, long, breaths.

“So,” Aram starts the second Jules isn’t in the room. “What have you been upto for the last however many years? You still got that shop?”

“Yes, still going strong. Everything seems to be going fine, I can’t believe how much time has gone to be honest.”

“I know what you mean. I can’t believe it’s been so long since she was taken from us. And look at you, little Nymia. I can’t believe we never got to meet you. It’s difficult, with work and the horrendous amount of walking we have to do. This village is a mining village. That’s what did this to me. An accident to my legs, and just the years of crap to my throat and lungs.”

Jules walks back into the room and hands both of us a glass of water. It takes great restraint not to gulp down every drop. I can feel the cool water flooding my throat cooling me down. I stop just after I’ve drank half of the glass, and hold it in my hands. I try to hide how much I’ve drank from the others.

“So how have you been? I can’t believe how long it’s been. And our Granddaughter. She’s so beautiful,” Jules asked.

“It’s been alright. Shop still going strong. Nymia here, she’s nearly finished school. Just over a year and half to go, and she’s been put forward for the scholarship. Hopefully she gets it.”

“Really? Just like her Mother. I can’t believe you’re really here. It’s been so long. We’ve missed so much. I still can’t believe she isn’t here.”

“Come on, Jules. No point getting upset,” Aram says.

“I’m not getting upset. It just needed to be said. You know you think of her every day. So does he, you can see it on his face. She barely knew her. I’m not getting upset. I’m just saying it, because it needs to be said. It’s been so long, and look at us. We don’t know our Granddaughter. I think about her, but I didn’t know her name until now. And why because of a long walk, that we all made excuses not to make.”

We all sit in silence for a while. I feel bad, even though I know I have no control over it. But at the very least it tells me they don’t know about the pocket watch, and I don’t really see them when I go back. Maybe they don’t recognise me.

“I’m sorry.” My dad says. “I know it’s been a long time, that you would have liked to have seen your granddaughter grow up, but it wasn’t that easy.”

“I know Jikwin, I know. I just needed to say it. I shouldn’t have, but at the same time can I just keep it sitting there, waiting to explode. I don’t blame you anyway, we could have come to your village, we know where it is. We haven’t seen you since the funeral, and it’s been hard for all of us. It was no age to die.”

Silence takes over again, but this isn’t as tense. I don’t think I’m ever going to have a normal relationship with my grandparents, sadly. They are so set in their ways, that I think it will always be awkward. I don’t regret coming here, I just wish I’d seen it sooner. Sometimes it just seems like there is no making up for lost time.

“Look,” Aram says. “None of that matters now. We can’t control the past, but we can decide the future. Let’s just look forward and enjoy it. No point dwelling on could ofs, and should ofs.”

“You’re right,” Jules says. “So, Nymia, what is it you want to study on the scholarship.”

“I haven’t decided yet. I would like to live in the City and see the difference from out here, but I don’t know what I’d study. I was thinking History, because that’s what Mum studied, but that doesn’t feel like me.”

“Well you have plenty of time to think about it, don’t worry. When the time comes, you’ll know. She did.”

“Thanks, I can’t believe they’ve put me forward for it.”

“Well you are Maria’s daughter, she was definitely smart, and you have to take some of her traits.”

The conversation carries on quite relaxed after this point. The anger in the room has settled and left through the open window. The air is cool, and I finally feel like I’m getting to know my family.

To be continued…

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See How They Lie – Book Review

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I haven’t read Lying About Last Summer, Sue Wallman’s previous book, but after reading See How They Lie, I definitely will be. See How They Lie is shrouded in mystery that kept me wanting to read more and more. It starts slow, with little hints that something is not right in this medical facility that Mae has grown up in. Her father helps run Hummingbird Creek and Mae has little knowledge of the outside world. It’s obvious before you even open the book that here is a tale of deceit, unless you ignore titles when you open books. That starts in the opening chapter, but it isn’t until later that you begin to understand the extent of the lies.

The slow pace coupled with the mystery of Hummingbird Creek works very well together. We know something’s not right, and we are more aware at the start than Mae is. Even though she suspects her parents lying to her she cannot guess the extent. That’s where this book really shines. It’s written in the first person, so we only see what Mae experiences. She has no knowledge of the outside world, the way she lives is normal to here. And as outsiders, we can see that Mae’s upbringing is far from normal.

Slowly contact from the outside world unravels this mystery and the pieces start to slide together, but every time I thought I was figuring it out, something changes, something happens and I’m none the wiser. By the time everything is resolved in the final pages, I’d gone through several theories and didn’t guess the final resolution.

The beginning of this novel is incredibly slow. After the hint of mystery in the first chapter, plot takes the backseat while building up the facility and Mae’s friends drive the story forward. That’s my biggest issue with this book. I really enjoyed the story, and the world built up in the facility but the opening is so slow that I was only reading a chapter at a time. It was worth it, and the twists later on make the opening bearable in hindsight.

My other issue is one of the driving characters for the later half of the story. The teacher Ms Ray. She knows something is wrong with the facility and she is trying to help Mae find an escape through education. This state of the art facility is really lacking in it’s education, at least for staff kids. This is believable in the story as they are keeping them less informed and easier to control, the problem is why wouldn’t they sack Ms Ray. Why would they even hire her, if she didn’t fit in. I felt like Mae’s father would get rid of her once she upset the status quo which he notes at one point when he sees school text books on Mae’s shelf.

Despite the slow opening, the mystery in See How They Lie is worth reading for. Towards the end, I couldn’t put it down. It’s easy to read, and a great example of how well first person narratives can be written. I look forward to reading Lying About Last Summer some point soon.

Overall Rating – 4 out of 5

Thanks for reading,

Ashley

 

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The Broken Pocket Watch – Chapter Twelve

The whole day is nearly over. All of that walking, and I’m near enough done. Finally. I can see the shop. I know I’m going to sleep well tonight. Even the ticking won’t keep me up. I’m just going to collapse on my bed and sleep until morning. But first I need a drink. That’s the first thing. A glass of water, and then sleep. I have a plan.

A plan, that is instantly ruined by my Dad when I walk in through the front door. He’s sitting behind the counter staring at me, His eyes staring right through me. I can see his body fidgeting as he tries to keep it still. His eyes stop me in my tracks, the ticking slows down and I don’t know what to do. He doesn’t say anything, and I just stand there. I shouldn’t have gone to the City. I didn’t want to face this moment, and now I have fight past it. It was worth it. I got to meet my family. Family Dad should have shown me much sooner. But he didn’t. Why am I the one who’s going to get a lecture. It shouldn’t be me.

“I can’t believe you,” he starts. “You’ve been to the City haven’t you?”

I don’t say anything. I don’t want to lie.

“I know you have. I went looking for you, just after noon. I was thinking of shutting the shop and going on a small trip. But I couldn’t find you. And everyone who has seen you, they tell me you were walking towards the wall. I go there and the guard tells me. I can’t believe you. How stupid. You’ve never been to the City before by yourself. You’ve only been their once in your entire life, and that was a short trip. Why?”

“I can look after myself. I’m fine aren’t I?”

“In the Village you can, but not in there. You can’t. You were born here, people know you. People would help you if you got into trouble. That’s what the Village is about. The City isn’t like that. People wouldn’t help you. You don’t know your way around and you could have got hurt, or worse. What would you have done if someone had attacked you? I wouldn’t even know where to start looking for you. Thank God you came back alright. I was going to have to start a hunt in the morning. I was so worried.” He pauses, and takes a deep breath. “I thought you were smarter than that. That you wouldn’t just wonder off without at least telling me where you were going.”

“I wasn’t trying to lie.”

“Save it. You lied. You don’t accidentally lie. You told me you were just going for a walk.”

“That’s what I did.”

“Yeah, into the City. That is lying. Making me believe something that isn’t the truth. That isn’t honest. Think about it for a second, and don’t be so selfish.”

“I wasn’t being selfish, I was trying to protect you.”

“Protect me? What are you on about?”

“I went to see Mazwell, and I know that you don’t want to talk about Mum anymore, that it hurts you. But I want to meet my family. I want to be a part of their lives. But I know it hurts you to think about.”

“Of course it hurts me, but this hurts a hell of a lot more. You will understand when you’re older, but I lost a hell of lot of my life when Maria died. It wasn’t just losing her. It was losing a massive part of my life. I miss her everyday. You don’t need to remind me of her for it to hurt. I don’t need reminding. I remember every moment, every second. Every time we spoke from the first time to the last. I remember her family, Mazwell. I remember it all. It’s going to hurt whether you mention it or not. That’s life. That’s something everyone will have to deal with eventually. But you are not old enough to know how to protect me. You can’t protect me from that. I don’t need protecting from that. I’m not a child. It’s not your job to protect me from things you don’t understand. You are not old enough to wander off by yourself without telling me. You have to tell me next time.”

His face was flaring, his eyes staring right down at me. His cheeks red, and shaking. I’ve never seen him this angry before. I know I’ve crossed a line. I don’t have anything to say, so all I do is stare at him, knowing it’s not over.

“Just go to your room. And don’t ever do that again,” he orders.

I walk past him, holding back tears and walk through the door. I take the stairs as quietly as possible, hoping not to anger him any more, creep into my room, curl up on the bed and let the tears flow. I can’t believe how angry he was. I’ve never seen him like that before. I can hear him downstairs moving around, thrashing his weight around as he moves around the shop.

I just lay there crying until eventually I fall asleep. I don’t even realise when I do, but the next thing I know the light coming through the window has been replaced completely by darkness. The stars are twinkling beyond the glass. I sit up, noticing a headache, and stare at the window. There is a knock at the door behind me. I freeze, hoping it will just go away, but there is another knock. After more moments of silence the door opens and my Dad walks in.

He sits next to me without saying a word. He puts his arm around me, but I don’t move. I stay focused on the stars, hoping he just leaves without saying anything.
“Look,” he starts, and then a long pause. “I know I was harsh. I was only worried. I’m sorry that I was that angry. I shouldn’t have just turned it into a shouting match. I want you to understand why I worry. Not just scare you. It’s a big world out there. You’ve seen so little of it, and this is a nice place. It may not seem it, but most of the people are nice here. There are other places, that are much worse than this. Scary places, with horrible people. Parts of the City are like that. I don’t want you to get hurt. It’s my job to protect you. I said I would help you with this, so you just need to trust me. I know why you didn’t tell me. Believe me it’s hard, for both of us. But that doesn’t mean I want you to leave me behind. That’s my job, to help you with whatever you need. I haven’t been very good at that, but I will be. Just trust me. You don’t need to protect me. That’s my job, not yours. So next time you go into the City again, just let me know so I can come with you. That’s all I ask.”

I slump into his arm, not wanting to stay mad. He holds me tighter, and neither of us speak. We just sit here. The seconds are passing, and I can hear the ticking from downstairs to prove it. And I just feel normal again.

Eventually he stands up, tells me he’s going to bed and walks away. I watch him leave the room and then say good night as he reaches the door, he smiles as he closes it, and I’m alone. Slowly my head hits the pillow. I’ll probably sleep straight through tonight, especially with all of that walking.

But I don’t. I just lay here, staring at random things around the room. If I close my eyes, then my mind wanders like crazy. I can’t focus on anything. Thoughts zooming past. I sit up. I can’t deal with this right now. My eyes scan the room, having altered to the darkness. They skip over everything and land on the pocket watch. It somehow stands out, like it’s calling to me. I just can’t stop staring at it. I want to touch it. Hiding it in my closed fist doesn’t help. I close my eyes and focus on something, anything. My mum flashses into my mind, I want to see her. When she was about my age. Just once. I’m curious. I focus on her at that age, and then open my eyes. I’m still in my room, but it’s different. The bed is different. It’s not mine. It looks shabbier. I sit up. There isn’t a table next to it, no books piling around the corners of the room. This isn’t my room. I’ve gone back to when my Mum was my age, but I’m still here. This is rubbish. I can’t believe I forgot that it won’t just take me to exactly where I want to be. Only though time. God I should stop complaining, it’s not like the whole time travel thing is so common I should be annoyed at being miles away from where I want to be.

Might as well not waste this trip. I stand up and walk over to the window. There is a small black cloth, blocking out the light. I move it, and see the familiar village. Not much has changed. There are unfamiliar people walking along the familiar streets. The rags for clothing looks similar, the sky looks the same. I could easily mistake outside for the same village. Well it is the same, but I know what I mean. I turn and see him. My dad, curled up on the bed. I must have been laid right next to him. How did I miss him. Thankfully he’s still asleep. I wonder if he knows about the pocket watch. Or if that’s in his future. I creep towards the door, not wanting to wake up.

If he’s here. Then his parents? They could be downstairs. This could be awkward. But they would know about the watch. I could just explain it to them. I’m sure they would understand. Maybe I should just go back now. That would make everything so much easier. Just go back to my time, sleep and then maybe go and see my Mum next weekend. Or after school some time, it’s not like I have time limits. Come on, I shout at myself inside. Don’t be a coward, just go out of the room, and explore a little bit. Everyone in this house will understand, and no one will care beyond. They are just living their life. I’ve never met my Grandparents so that would be nice. I slowly move the door handle and walk out onto the landing. No electricity. So complete darkness. Thank god I know this route like the back of my hand.

I take the stairs two at a time, and open the door to the crushing wave of ticking. There is a man standing right in front of me. He turns and stares at me.

“Hello?” I stutter. “I’m Nymia, Jikwin’s daughter from the future.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I used the pocket watch.”

“Bit young aren’t you?”

“My dad gave it to me, last week. Well my last week.”

“I know what you mean. What are you doing here.”

“I wanted to see my Mum but went wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

“I wanted to go back and see her, but forgot where I was.”

“Went back too far?”

“Something like that.”

“Umhmm, you probably shouldn’t be here. It would really confuse Jik if his daughter wandered in when he was barely thirteen.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother anyone.”

“Who said you were bothering anyone, it’s a pleasure to see you. I get the impression that you haven’t met me. Does that mean that I’ve retired to the glorious beaches of the Southern City?” He finishes speaking with a wink.

“Something like that.”

“Ah that’s all I could want, something like that.”

He laughs. A deep laugh that echoes throughout his body. Unlike my Dad who is thin and tall. This man is shorter, and more round. He also has a thick beard, but I can see his smile through the bristles. Laughing at his own death. Morbid.

“Don’t look like that. You’ll learn soon enough. With the pocket watch. You realise that time doesn’t just move in a straight line. I’m dead in your time, but you’re here now. And I’m fine. At least I feel it. And I was fine yesterday. The day before that I was a little under the weather, but then the day before that. Marvellous. You’ll see it this way too once you’ve used it enough.”

“My dad tells me I shouldn’t abuse it.”

“It’s nice to see that he stops worrying when he grows up. Of course you should use it. Not to gain things. But you can see the world. You can be in two places at once. You can solve problems. You can stop time and fix the clocks. That’s what gives us such a good reputation. How quick we are with it.”

“My dad doesn’t do that.”

“Maybe not forever, but he did at the start. Or that one upstairs, he will do.”

“I don’t want to be a clockmaker when I grow up. I want to live in the City.”

He looks kind of disappointed.

“That’s completely up to you. That’s the beauty of life you can do whatever you want. Just don’t let people stop you from doing it.”

“Thank you. I want to learn about History. And explore this world. There has to be more than just the Four Cities.”

“Of course there is. We may not know what lies beyond them, but the world doesn’t end. You can walk around the City and the world continues into the west. And that little thing you’ve got in your pocket. Will help. You can use it to get out of danger. To make sure you never miss a lesson at school. It’s a beautiful thing. Don’t let it go to waste. See your Mum, and find about her. Just realise how lucky you really are. It’s hard to believe you’re my Granddaughter. You’re growing up to be such a smart woman. Nymia. I truly am proud. But I suppose you should be going now. Don’t spend to much time in the past with us. We have our own lives, and so do you. It’s nice to see you, and I’d love to see you again, but don’t miss out on the future.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you again. Bye.”

“Bye bye dearie.”

I close my eyes and think of home. I’m there within a tick of the sea. Drowning in the moving hands around me. I turn away from the room and head towards my bedroom. My Granddad seems like a nice person. Like someone I would like to spend more time with. I’ve never even thought about him before, not really. Dad never mentions him. You just don’t think about what comes before like that. How many generations of my family have there been? Countless amounts.

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Procrastination

Another week flies by, and things still feel the same. Writing is still slow, which is irritating. I can’t seem to just sit there and write. I had 2 good days last week, but every other day is just filled with pushing it later and later until bedtime arrives and there’s no time left. I need to be harsher with myself. It’s annoying that I’m not doing it, and it’s from plain laziness. There was also no story uploads last week, simply because I only remembered when I was away from home. As stupid as that sounds, it’s the truth.

There will be the next chapter of To The Other on Wednesday for my Patrons and the next chapter of The Broken Pocket Watch on here, Friday (Thursday for Patrons). No excuses.

My aim this week is too organise my days better. Maybe a stricter schedule outside of work would help in some way. I’ll set tomorrow that 10am til 11am will be for writing. I’ll just sit in front of the computer and do it. I say tomorrow, yet it’s half midnight so later today. What happened to the time. I’m sure by 9am I’ll have forgotten and scrapped the idea, but let’s see.

I’ve nearly finished reading See How They Lie, only about 50 pages to go. My hope is to finish it and have a review on here on Wednesday. After one of my readers suggested more book reviews. It’s been a while. I’m sure I’ll achieve that one. I’m enjoying the book so far, and can’t see it getting boring in the last few pages.

I went to see Dunkirk at the weekend. One of the most critically acclaimed films of the year so far. I really enjoyed the film, but I think I was expecting too much. I don’t know how I feel about it. I know there were some great scenes and I really enjoyed a lot of it, but I also wasn’t completely amazed. There were points when I couldn’t look away and completely forgot I was in a cinema, and then reality shook me and I was just waiting for it to end. An incredibly well made film, but I felt very detached from it while also enjoying it. If that makes sense, because it doesn’t really too me and I’ve been thinking about it for the last two days. I’m still not sure.

I’ve started watching Sherlock, which has been one of Tabby’s favourite shows for years. I’ve always been put off by the length of the episodes. After the first 15 minutes I was completely hooked and watched 2 episodes back to back. I can’t wait too watch more. I feel really stupid for letting something so stupid get in the way of watching it, but 90 minutes is a lot of time to dedicate to a TV show.

I’ll get back on that after sleeping and hopefully writing in the morning.

Thanks for reading,

Ashley

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The Good, the bad and the weekly update

It’s been a slow week, without much happening. I’ve done a bit of writing, a bit of reading and the usual playing games and watching TV. I’ve noticed that I tend to have one day, normally Wednesdays when everything is non-stop. I’m writing and the words are just flowing, and then the rest of the week is slow. A little here, a little there. I’ll get there eventually.

Yesterday was a stunning day for TV. Firstly Doctor Who. A female Doctor, finally? It doesn’t bother me. It’s in the show that Time Lords can swap genders during regeneration, but my God some people are so stupid. The amount of comments, on YouTube and Facebook, that start with “I’m not sexist… But”. The best one was someone who claimed to have been watching since 1963 but has given up after the BBC have ruined their favourite character. As if the announcement of a female Doctor, and not seeing her in action, is the worst thing in the world and worthy of that. Unbelievable. Stupid people.

Besides that though, the long-awaited seventh season of Game of Thrones. I only caught up last month, so the wait hasn’t been that long for me, but I still felt it. It was a stunning opening to the season, one of the best hours of TV I’ve ever seen. That’s not an exaggeration. It felt like the first part to the most epic story ever. I didn’t move for the entire episode, just sat there captivated by what was happening in front of me. I’m so glad I started watching it and caught up so I can watch this weekly.

Which also means I have 3 weekly shows that I’m actually going to keep up to date with at the moment. Twin Peaks being the second, which is really starting to shape up. There was one episode, I think episode 6, where I began questioning whether I was enjoying this new season because I like it, or because I feel like I should. But it’s all coming together. I’m kinda ignoring, at least while I get my head around, episode 8. That was a complete trip into another realm. I’m still not sure what to make of it. But this week was brilliant. All of the story lines are progressing nicely and it feels like the connections are coming together. I still think it would be better to binge watch the show, but I’m enjoying it regardless. We’re over half way through and I’m nervously anticipating the end.

The third show is Preacher, which I will be watching tomorrow morning. The first season had its highs and lows, but so far season 2 has been all highs. I’m loving it. Can’t wait for the next episode. I’m sure it’s going to continue this trend of brilliance. So much good TV.

My plan this week is to finish the book I’m reading and put a review up on here, as well as the next chapter of The Broken Pocket Watch on Friday (Thursday for my Patrons). I’m going to go and read a bit before bed.

Thanks for reading,

Ashley

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