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Monday, 29 June 2015
I found this and thought it might be of interest :-)
Writing something creatively is not an easy task, especially if one has to write something which stands out to be different from others. The leader must always adopt quality as an operational philosophy and try to write both the bad news along with the goods for a topic along with facts. There is neither a Holy Grail nor the writer can find a magic silver bullet which can help him to write creatively. There are certain efforts to be made which are discussed below.
Vision: A person can become a lead writer by communicating his/her vision to the audience in a clear and distinctive manner. There must be something in the writing, which is able to grab the attention of the readers.
Independence: A leader must also focus on writing something without any fears. This will result in better creativity and the writer can make use of free will to write upon any topic.
Experimentation: A true writer must also never become afraid of experimenting new ideas in the work.If there is something which is right and is to be revealed in front of others, then it should be written accordingly.
Support for failure: A writer always has a leadership quality in him if the experimentation is supported along with failure. Innovation is always encouraged in work when adequate support is provided to the innovator for any sort of failure.
Develop a sense of family: A writer can become a good writer if there is a feeling that whatever is written is for the betterment of the audience. This betterment always produces results if it is for the benefit of the community.
Rhythm in writing: A well written paper is always highly appreciated. If the paper is written in rhythm, then there are better chances of it being recognized.
Passion: A passionate writer is also recognized among others. Writing something which is based on true facts is a quality of a leader and it always gives good results.
Intensity: An essay paper which is produced with full concentration is always considered to be the best among others. It shows that the writer has put much effort into the task and there is more admiration of such work.
Enthusiasm: The final quality which distinguishes a usual writer with the one who is considered to be the leader is that the writer always shows personal interest and fervor for the topic on which the writing is done.
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Sunday, 14 June 2015
If you have read this blog before you might already know that I've written a novel called Gold Digger. It's a contemporary romance and it's amazing obviously. You can check it out at
You can add it and date it on Goodreads and you can also view and purchase it on my author website http://www.sbpra.com/taraanderton
I sprinted towards the terminal, dark hair flying, bags dragging like lead weights behind me as I crush toes of unsuspecting travellers.
“I’m late!” I scream at a lady who is protesting as she clutches her foot. I run around a line of happy travellers checking in and slam into the desk? I thrust my plane ticket at the bewildered ground staffer who is apologising to the man who was halfway to her counter. She turns to me with a disapproving look on her face.
‘You’re very late! I’m not sure if they will let you on.” She types in my details and pauses looking at me with that look again. It was totally unneeded at that point, I was close to tears and then she adds; “The final call was about five minutes ago!” My eyes scan the attendants screwed up mouth thinking it looked like a dried prune, and it dawned on me that begging probably wasn't going to work. She didn't look like the type of person that would give a shit about anyone or anything. She makes a call as I stand waiting to hear my fate, and nods making eye contact with me, and I know. Shit! I’ve fucking missed my flight.
Sunday afternoon - bored, should be writing....can't! Watching a movie I've seen before, wasting time....life....now! Thinking about a bath....reading.... Relaxing. Sick of it...sick of this day. Sick of having no money.... Sick of waiting. Sick of the mess, the nothing ness. I don't get it...I'm smart and thoughtful. I.m Just being honest with you...are you happy????
This is fucked!
"Money doesn't buy happiness" - what a load of shit! Whoever says that has money - and are fuckwits!
Money pays for the house you live in, books, buys trips to overseas destinations, purchases food, allows for fun, it pays for life. No money no anything.....
Money buys total happiness - it's that fucking simple!!!!
If I had money - the sort of money people have where they can go to dinner whenever they want, book trips to exotic destinations, buy that cute dress they see passing by a window - the sort of money that allows you to fill your car up without having to look at the amount of petrol that is going into your car, or not have to wonder what your going to eat that doesn't include beans on the day before you get paid, I wouldn't have to feel bad about anything. I would be happy!
Thursday, 11 June 2015
Because it's kind of weird and sort of rude. But............
So I'm on the lounge - iPad in lap rereading and editing a story I have written for someone else and I keep getting distracted. Questions about nothing, comments and all sorts... Seriously can you not see me furiously typing away, totally ensconced in a fantasy land. Please don't interrupt me. If I wanted to know some silly fact about something or other I would google it. There's a time and a place people.....
Saturday, 6 June 2015
I swear there just isn't enough instances where there is a need for thigh high's There should be though, in my opinion thigh high's are sexy, cute and totally hot. They should be mandatory!!!
Friday, 5 June 2015
These days I basically have to schedule it in - I have so much going on , but no complaining here, my writing career has officially taken off!!!
Anyway so me, Jodie, Meagan and The new girl got ready had some pre dinner drinks and headed to dinner! Pity about some of the acquaintances invited by Meagan who shall be referred to as girl A and girl B from here on in so your don't get confused,who ended up joining us an hour late, and proceeded to get too drunk and not in the good way! More like the way when you cant believe you're actually with them and whatever buzz you may have had from the expensive cocktails you where ordering, they sucked out of us, and when you think their behavior couldn't get much worse, they actually end up on the dance floor at a seedy dive of a pub that I got dragged too instead of actually going somewhere decent, doing fucked up shit.
I'll start at the beginning.
We started out at a really awesome place called Black Coffee Lyrics - the food is absolutely amazing, cocktails second too none, and the service is impeccable! We all had a few drinks, and they seemed like they where okay to me except for Girl B saying some weird ai ai ai ai thing over and over again! I mean, every five minutes she would bust that out fairly loudly which I thought somewhat strange, and I must admit I was starting to get embarrassed! New Girl kept repeating herself and smoked half a packet of my cigarettes that I purchased in case I wanted a sneaky ciggie when I got really drunk. (It never happened) And then made the waiter take down her last drink order as vodka lemonade and a dash of red cordial because it looks like fairy floss and she loves pink. That's exactly what she said to the sexy waiter as I cringed in the corner hoping he didn't think I had anything to do with her! I was like this classy place selling espresso martinis and fabulous cocktails and specialty drinks isn't for this type of person. By the way he was looking at her he probably thought so too! Anyway we decided to leave there, but we should have stayed as its the best thing that happened to us all night, but its probably lucky we left.
We nipped into the hotel which was conveniently next door to swap Meagan's shoes from Heels to Flats (I know is she serious???) and I was treated to a lot of ass grabbing, pinching and fingers trying to go places I didn't want them to be and then a sloppy kiss from Girl A, that wasn't wanted or welcomed as she groped my ass and tits - needless to say I was struggling to free myself from her evil clutches, and managed to push her away and avoid further advances as I herded everyone out the door.
We went to Swingin Safari in a taxi, and where treated to the same girl acting out a fake orgasm as loud as she could for some strange reason, as she drooled over the thought of pussy and girls (she has a man and a baby at home so lucky them I guess, mummies a closet leso or bi). We all sat not knowing weather to laugh or what! Then she received a phone call from someone and proceeded to scream and yell as loud as she could down the receiver. We pulled up not a moment to soon, the poor taxi driver was agog, and went to get out of the vehicle, two people happened to be waiting to jump in, and she rudely mumbled something to them ( I didn't catch what) whilst shooting the girl of the pair a filthy look. The guy was like 'there's no need to be rude.' SO whatever she said must have been pretty bad!
We get to the front door somehow, and girl A refused to pay the full amount for the cover charge and haggled the leather baseball capped door lady/amazon women in matching leather bomber jacket down as we stood embarrassed. The bar awaited us, and we ordered drinks. The music was a bit different to what I was used to at Swingin Safari. (I have had many, many fun nights at the same venue) but it was still really good. The crowd was ALSO very different to say the least, but we took our sugary drinks and waited for the others on some lounges near the door. Meanwhile girl A and B were still at the bar, A arguing with some guy over god knows what. And she stumbled over to tell us they where leaving they thought it was shit there (it wasn't) and where walking back to Surfers to go the Irish Dive Bar called O'Malleys! Seriously???? I said we where staying behind, and they left! As closing time neared (its shuts at 12pm) we decided to call a cab and head back into Surfers too and closer to our hotel. Meagan wanted to find the other girls, I reluctantly agreed but said we would get them and go somewhere better, or different because I did NOT want to stay there.
We arrive and find Girl A outside on the balcony smoking up a storm with 6 guys arguing and mouthing off. Girl B says "hi" and says to me "You're a bit of a bitch aren't you?" then says as I stare at her "I like it but your a bitch ay?"
Me - "Um, you don't even know me, I met you tonight!"
She stares at me - "But you are aren't ya?"
I stared at her, this strange judgmental women -who had told me enough about herself to know that whatever she thought of me didn't really matter! Drug abuser, bar waitress, strange mannerisms, plus she had mentioned about three times over the course of the evening that she was sooooooo obsessed with Ricki Martin, and that she had gone to every one of the shows for 'The Voice' in Australia where he was a judge, to see him! She has met him 3 times apparently, and has photo evidence that we all had to see. She has joined his charity for underprivileged kids I think, and is flying to Porto Rico because she thinks it is what he would want her to do, she knows he wont be there but it brings them closer somehow! She told us that she told him she was going to do it and he hugged her and told her she was an amazing person (if he only knew that he was creating a possible stalker) Thanks for sharing you amazing story, and thanks for taking a million photos with your phone of people that you had only just met, and forcing us all to pose that many times we were sick of the site of the camera and you. The worse part was when calling me a bitch and then asking me if I am, she could not even focus on me long enough to see my reaction and I didn't really even think I owed her an explanation. I just turned and started talking to my real friends as we eyeballed each other and without words all knew we where like WTF!!!!!!
I was then informed she actually worked there (O'Malley's) as some sort of bar tender. She ordered a round of Jagger bombs and vodkas for everyone and told the girl behind the counter she would sort it tomorrow as she actually had no cash, as I signaled for Jodie that I wanted to leave. Meagan God Love her, wanted to stay till she finished her drink, so unfortunately we did. Luckily, there was some sort of Irish jig playing as I took a seat, trying not to look like I wanted to be anywhere else but here, and The New Girl started dancing her version of this jig. It was actually pretty funny at first, however, Girl A and B decided to join in, and they started dancing up a storm. Went from funny to fucking pathetic in moments! Hot and bothered, Girl A decided to stop and open up an adjoining door to let a breeze in. She struggled to get it propped open after an extensive effort, whilst disrupting the group of 6 guys on the other side of the door enjoy a cigarette on the balcony. She ended up slamming the door in their faces in apparent drunken frustration, and Jodie and I saw one of them gesture that she was a dick head. She must have witnessed this because moments later she is in this guys face abusing him. After giving him an absolute mouthful, she then approached a bouncer and tried to get old mate kicked out! The bouncer refused.
Meanwhile, girl B gets the music changed over to Pinks greatest hits and Girl A and B with the added bonus of bogan New Girl started to dance around to the music, apparently Pink is their favourite and they have been to six concerts..... It quickly headed south (as if we expected anything else) and they started dancing around wooden posts placed strategically close to the dance floor - it went from bad worse, as they all started dry humping these posts, pashing them and doing some pretty gross shit, in a bar full of men and us 6 girls. Jodie and I sat in shock as it got worse and worse. Lucky us they had attracted some sleazy undesirables that sidled up behind our table and started to mumbled vulgar comments and leer at the SLUTS who had now dragged up wooden stools and were mimicking sex acts on chairs. After somehow discouraging them and getting them to view the show from a different location that didn't including breathing down my neck and saying "That Pink sure knows what women like doesn't she?" Jodie and I locked eyes!
"I'm leaving now!" I announced - and Jodie agreed. We girls like to have a good time - but none of the shit that was going down around us remotely resembled what we would consider good, fun or entertaining!
In the moments it took for my brain to register that I wanted to leave and telling my friends I was out of there, Girl A and B had started to get down and dirty. A pushed B onto a speaker and starts rubbing her furiously through her pants on her "Queen Victoria" like shes in a rough girl on girl porno!
This shocking act in a public place, in my company rendered me speechless, as we all stood in horror, and all I could think is; I actually had dinner with these people! I was embarrassed for myself that I was associated with anyone who was so classless, and that someone had invited them to my birthday dinner and night out. It was supposed to be a special night with my two best friends, and turned into a night with some random that tagged along, and two fucking drunk ass trash bags that are not worth my time. I gathered my things and said I'm leaving right now and made for the door. Meanwhile Meagan and and New Girl had slipped out for a ciggie and where banging on the glass door at me. I bypassed the exit door and went to tell them I would meet them back at the hotel! They said they would finish their smokes and we would leave. As they butted out their ciggies, I went to leave but they decided to go and say goodbye to the girls. I said it was a very bad idea and we should leave. They said it was 'mean' to not say goodbye so they headed in. (Mean? Mean is inviting them to my Birthday but whatever you think, I guess) I went for the door anyway assuming they would just meet me downstairs! Girl A beat me too it and cut us off and came rushing towards me. She then lifted her top up and flashed the whole smokers deck with 40 guys crammed onto it! I tried to pull her top back down and herd her inside, but she yanked it back up and no-one cheered!
Once inside, I told her I was leaving and grabbed Jodie and we headed for the door. Meagan and New Girl where still saying goodbye and getting boobs everywhere. The bouncer actually said as we hurried down the stairs "You know its time to leave when your drunk friend cant leave her top on"
Shes not my friend was all I said..... and we left!
The rest of the night was okay, I was pretty sober by then, we went back to the unit, and discussed the fucked up shit we had just witnessed. I told the others I was absolutely disgusted with what just went down and said I don't associated myself with that kind of person. I'm 34 years old and that sort of unappealing behavior is why I don't really let a lot of people into my life. Meagan passed out not long after, and Jodie and I had to entertain New Girl who was fairly boring, and basically not worth it. She actually entered Jodie and My private bedroom twice without our company and into my bathroom attached to out room without asking which I found really strange. I ordered room service and talked shit to Jodie till 2am in our bed. I went out to get a glass of water before I drifted off, and caught New Girl sneaking out of the unit. I asked her mainly for curiosity purposes and so Jodie and I could gossip about it, where she was headed and she said down to the 24 hour convenience store to grab some munchies despite the chips and dip we had on the bench. I headed back to bed which was like laying on a cloud. I woke up this morning refreshed and still in shock from what had happened. And found out that New Girl had lied and nipped over to another pub opposite out hotel and played the pokies alone for 3 hours and then came back to the unit! Um seriously?
What a weird night!