Goodbye 2016 Hello 2017

2016 has not been the best of years. Not by a long shot. It has been a very scary year if you were a celebrity, and with all the natural and mechanical disasters this year, it hasn’t been a good year if you were the average Jane or average Joe either.

So it is with a relieved breath that I say Goodbye 2016 and welcome 2017

To all of the people who read my blog – HAPPY NEW YEAR

To all the people who don’t read my blog – Happy New Year although you won’t see this.


2016 Sucks

When I was ten, my parents took me to the cinema to see a film that would change my life. I didn’t know it at the time though. To me, I had just seen the best film ever, and the woman in it, I wanted to marry her. That was in 1977. In 1980, I went to see another film with her in. The follow-up to the previous one. They had subheadings to them now. Then in 1983, I went to see the third in the trilogy. Then I went back and watched it again, and again, and again.

I adored the female lead, and read up all about her. She was my idol. As a teenager, she was what every teen wanted to have as a wife.

Princess Leia will always, always be in my heart, and I am more than devastated over her death.

Carrie Fisher had her problems, but she fought through them, and came out the other side. She was, and always will be, my favourite.

Goodnight Princess. May the force be with you. Always.


Carrie Fisher
October 21st 1956 – December 27th 2016

Friday Fictioneers – Deadly Diner

Every week Rochelle offers up a donated photo for us to use as a prompt in writing a story within the confines of 100 words. Not as easy as it sounds, but it gets you to look at how to shorten sentences and using one word instead of two.

If you want to have a go, then click on the image and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue image with the frog beneath it.


Trev walked into the diner with trepidation. He knew the kind of place this was. He ordered his coffee and sniffed it for a hint of poison. There was no almond scent, so he took a taste, and finding it to his liking, he ordered a meal.

Looking around the room, he saw the man scowling in the corner looking around, fiddling with something in his pocket. A knife maybe? A gun? He swallowed hard and finished his food.

Walking out afterward, he looks straight at you, the reader, and says, “Well that was odd. No one died. Merry Christmas”