Exploring Vicki's creative juices
Exploring Vicki's creative juices
How did I come to write Chronicles of a (virgin) bride-to-be? It’s a great question. Chronicles is not the book I was planning to write. I had an idea in mind for an entirely different story. Just before I began writing however, an unquestionably wise friend of mine brought up the subject of saving sex …
The first people to read the book have been very complimentary, which I am delighted about. It is such an encouragement to receive positive reviews and constructive feedback. I’m so thrilled that people are having fun reading this! Chronicles of a (virgin) bride-to-be To help launch my book to a wider audience there will be …
I’m thrilled to announce that my book is finally finished! ‘Chronicles of a (virgin) bride-to-be’ is a romantic comedy about newly engaged couple, Andy and Lizzie who try to make it down the aisle without compromising their strong beliefs regarding ‘no sex before marriage’. Get ready to delve into the world of Lizzie and Andy. …
Make the most of life they cry – The years are simply flashing by! You must live it to the full, they say, Do not settle for a bland halfway. Don’t worry too much what you eat Or if your house is always neat Nor if your hair’s not is at its best And …
If I ever had five minutes to myself, I’d get a book down from the shelf, Curl up in the comfy chair To enjoy the peace and quiet there. I’d do my best to just ignore Toys and games scattered across the floor, Or the cobwebs dangling from the light And the dirty dishes …
I did not expect to get such a surprise, When I opened the door, not believing my eyes, It was long-lost cousin Johnny, standing right there, The wayward son of my dotty Aunt Clare. “Well hello,” he exclaimed, tipped his hat with a grin, “You’re a sight for sore eyes, well then, shall I come …
When we all lived in a simpler age, Before internet and smartphones were quite all the rage I used to write letters, it’s true, by the score, Along with thank-you notes, and Birthday greetings galore. But now we have email, an incredible invention Although perhaps it was not the original intention – That we’d …
Chin propped on elbows, a young boy gazes up into space And the moon stares right back with that look on its face. He dreams of astronauts and shuttles and rockets And cute tiny Martians that would fit in his pockets. He imagines floating through space, where gravity is zero, Fighting off savage aliens …
This year, I’ll run five miles every day To get fit, fight the flab, keep the blubber at bay I’ll dine on healthy, home-cooked food Lovingly prepared for my so-grateful brood. I’ll endeavour spare cash to dutifully save For a secure financial future, the way to pave My outstanding papers I’ll file and order …
Spick and span, neat and tidy, Pots and pans in ordered rows, Dishcloths and tea towels hung on the airer. The ever-ready tea tray Focal point of the daily routine With full cream milk Waiting at room temperature Protected by its beaded, lacy cover. The pervasive aroma of freshly boiled greens or Roasted …