What ho, Wee Readers! Yes it’s happened, I’ve gotten an award. Finally some acknowledgment on how awesome I am. I’d just like to thank my Mum and my Dad for Home Educating me, and my brother for providing an intellectual sparing partner, and all the friends who had the common sense not to get in my way during my rise to the top. But most of all I’d like to thank Autumn from Mischief and Mjolnir who is the wonderful blogger who nominated me. Seriously go check out and follow her amazing blog right now, or I shall think much less of you from this day onwards.
Okay so acknowledments over, what is the Sunshine Blogger Award?
The Sunshine Blogger Award is an award given to creative, positive and cheerful bloggers by their peers as a token of appreciation and admiration. (Which considering some of my more depressing blogs, I’m a little shocked I got nominated for. Happy, but a little surprised.)
Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link back to him/her. (Check)
Answer 11 questions provided by the blogger who nominated you. (Double Check)
Nominate 11 other bloggers and ask them 11 new questions. (Mwahhahaha! *cough* I mean, sensible laugh that’s not worrying to my nominees at all.)
Notify the nominees by commenting on one of their blog posts.
List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award logo on your blog post.
What would be your dream job?
A published novelist
What big thing would you love to do if you had the means?
Buy the Woods and the Loch by my house.
If a genie gave you three wishes, what would you wish for?
Wish Number One: to have Mum’s health back.
Wish Number Two: to have my books published and successful
Wish Number Three: to be able to watch the Mandalorian without paying for it (damn you Disney and your malicious ability to provide excellence).
If you had the opportunity to change the world, how would you do it?
Change Trump into a wooden doll.
What would you do with a million dollars?
*cracks knuckles* Buy a plane and travel round the world. Buy a castle. Buy a mansion in Italy. Buy tickets to Hamilton and Come from Away. There’s too much to choose! Darn, am I only suppose to pick one, then fine…pay my taxes, and according to JK Rowling become a saint.
What would you name your pet dragon?
As I am a firm believer of the inverse law of pet naming – which states that the more fierce the pet, the cuter the name, and vice versa – I here by name my pet dragon: Mr. Tickles.
Would you rather time travel to the past or to the future? Why?
Hmm, that’s a hard question, indeed. I do so love history, but there’s the issue of what if you kill your grandparents accidentally. You could stop yourself from being born. And believe me, considering my currently living grandparents, it would be a very hard thing not to kill them, should I ever encounter them in the past. Yet if I go any further than that I’m sure to be hung as a witch. So, it must be to the future I go. Yet even that has its dangers, for if you see what’s going to happen to you, or the world in the future – once you’re home how will you ever be sure that you’re not undoing that timeline with your every action? So if I were to time travel at all, it must be to the future, and it must be a one way trip.
What word would your friends use to describe you?
What’s your favouratie candy?
Fox’s Glacier Mints
What’s your favorite song?
It changes daily – today it is Word Up by The BossHoss, but who knows what it’ll be tomorrow.
What are the greatest gifts God has given you this year?
While I’m not particularly religious, so probably wouldn’t phrase it like that, I can understand when a good thing has happened to me – here are some of them:
My mum coming home from the hospital.
Getting a 73 on my last assignment, when I’d been certain I’d failed it.
Getting my newest short story published – despite many people turning their noses up at the Scots’ dialect of the characters.
Just how many people have been reading and enjoying my blog.
My Nominees’ Questions
Who is your favorite author?
If you could rule one of these five fictional/mythical lands: the Galaxy of Star Wars, King Arthur’s Britain, Westeros, Middle-Earth or Discworld – which one would it be and why?
If you had the powers of a god, what would you do with them?
Which famous historical figure would you have round to dinner?
You’ve been abducted by aliens, and they demand that you take them to your leader – who do you take them to?
If there was a film made of your life story, which famous actor would you want to play you?
If you were trapped in a historical time (presumably your time machine has malfunctioned) what period would you be most likely to survive in?
What is your favorite kind of weather and why?
Chocolate or Caramel?
If you could turn into any mythical creature, which one would it be?
Who are you most grateful to in your life?
Linda Gukicova at Some Photoblog
moviefanman at Movie Fan Man: Cinema Connoisseur
Eunice C. English at My Parkinson’s Diary
Mia Winhertt at A struggling Author – My Journey with You
JoAnna at Anything is possible
amymayj at Sassy Cat Lady
Widdershims at Widdershim Worlds
joanne the geek
Whitneyibeblog at Whitney Ibe Blog!…Always with You
If you’ve enjoyed this touting of my own horn, don’t forget to follow the wee blog if you haven’t already. You can also follow me on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Tumblr and Goodreads. Also check out Mischief and Mjolnir, and my Nominees’ blogs – they’re really worth a check out. Until next time, My Wee Readers, have a bonny day.
What Ho My Wee Readers – I’m back, and I haven’t died or vanished from the face of the earth. Unfortunately my course work became somewhat overwhelming – so I had to make some cutbacks on the rest of my work, and the blog lost out mainly because there isn’t a deadline for the work I do here.
Anyway, happy times ahead because I’m back, along with some exciting news. Check out my Stories page and you’ll find a brand new addition – my short story, ‘The Squirrel’ was accepted for issue 7 of the online magazine, Route 7. Check it out and marvel at the authentic use of Doric. Also, we’ll have some new blog posts hopeful up soon, including but not limited to:
12 Vegan Meals cooked by a complete amateur
Due to some personal reasons, I’ve taken control of the cooking for my family – behold and watch the terror unfold before you
The Top Ten Books of a Wee Lassie’s GoodReads Challenge
If you’ve followed me on GoodReads than you might know that I’ve finally completed my Reading Challenge for the year – this is my top ten favorites.
Cool Motive, Still Murder: an in-depth look at why the Sherlock Christmas special is not feminist, it’s stupid
I think this one speaks for itself.
A World without Aliens: why what works for Firefly, can’t work for Star Wars
Ditto with this one
Friends: This is not the Best Day of Your Life
Din’t you ever find it both annoying and very strange how Friends treated the desire to be a bride, not only as expected for women, but so commonplace that even women from completely different countries, can understand it in each other, even over their own future husbands. Yes, it’s another Friends post – but if the Friends’ writers didn’t want lengthy think pieces twenty five years after their show began, then they should have taken more care to make it age better.
The Amateur Vegan Cook: Christmas Lunch addition
Yes, that’s right I’m cooking Christmas Dinner this year
And since J.K Rowling is kicking up dirt again – surprise everyone who hasn’t read my earlier post, J.K. Rowling is supporting a transphobe – I’ll be talking a bit about her work, and just well…all the things I kind of just let slide first time round, because of the lightening bolt shaped stars in my eyes. Also the fact that I was basically six when I started reading the Harry Potter books.
And that’s about it – a story published, an update that I’m not quite dead yet, and some plans for the future.
If you’ve enjoyed this Wee refresher into the insanity which is my mind, don’t forget to follow the wee blog if you haven’t already. Also check me out on Instagram and Twitter, along with my Goodreads, Pinterest and Tumblr accounts. Thank you for your infinite patience during this long hiatus between posts that we’ve somehow found ourselves in – I’ll try not to take so long with the next one. So, until next time my wee readers, have a bonny day.
What ho, Wee Readers both old and new. My last post was let’s face it, interesting but a bit of downer all round – so I resolved to write about something a bit more cheerful. But that left the question, what exactly? I have things to say about, many different topics and no doubt you’ll hear about all of them in time – but they often tend to descend into a bit of a rant. And I didn’t really feel like doing that so soon after my last epic one. And then like a shining light descended from on high, it came to me. Scotland, specifically the North of Scotland. What on Earth am I talking about? Well, sit down and I shall explain.
If it wasn’t clear from my chosen pseudonym, I am a Scottish Lass – or Quine as we say in the North – and have always been very proud of that fact. I love Scotland, I love everything about it and judging by the fact that you are currently reading a blog called The Wee Writing Lassie – you probably have a slight fondness for it too. I am particularly fond, as you might expect, of my home county of Aberdeenshire. Though sadly sometimes it feels like we’re often forgotten by the world at large ; indeed even our own country men and women, struggle to understand the Doric accent of Aberdeenshire. So, I say enough is enough, people should know what we have to offer and so here we are, moving round the North of Scotland – and the eight places in Aberdeenshire / Aberdeen city you really should visit before global warming turns this planet into nothing more than a husked out shell. What? Too dramatic?
8. Tyrebagger Stone Circle
Situated just outside of Aberdeen, Tyrebagger Stone Circle is a very hard place to find. You can’t find it by typing a name into Google maps and following the road layed out for you dilagently right into the thing’s car park. There is no car park at Tyrebagger Stone Circle, just a country lane, and a small patch of dirt beside a qaurry and a field. And even then you have to get out and walk a bit up another small country path, until you get to another field where you should see the tall standing stones of Tyrebagger just visable over the horizion. I’m not trying to put anyone off going, really, once you finaly reach it – this beutiful Neol/ Bronze Age Recumbant Stone Circle is more than worth the effort it will have taken to find the blasted thing. But I’m a firm beliver of going into something with your eyes wide open, so I’ll be honest, if all you’re looking for is a fun day out seeing round the sights of the North of Scotland, Tyrebagger may not be for you. However if you’re determined, and don’t mind a few tears on the road while you scream at your stupid Satnav, because it contuines to insiste you’ve arrived even though you’re still on the highway – then all the more power to you. You won’t be dissapointed with what you find at the end of your long, long journey.
7. Broomend of Circhiy Stone Circle
Situated near the Scotish town of Inverurie, The Broomend of Circhie Stone circle is a lot easier to find than the last entry on this list, it’s even got a car park. Technically speaking it’s a Henge – yeah like that one – with three standing stones placed in the middle, at least one of which is a Class 1 Pictish stone. That particular stone was placed there in the ninetieth century and bears the symbols of the Pictish Beast, and the Crescent and V-road. Now, is that the stone pictured in the photo above? Well, honestly I’m not sure, that was just the best picture I personaly have of the Circle so we’ll just have to live with that.
6. Dunnottar Castle
Dunnottar Castle ( Scottish Gaelic Name: Dun Fhoithear, “fort on the shelving slope”) is a particularly large ruin up here in the north of Scotland. So large in fact that I couldn’t even finsih walking round it, before becoming tooo exhusted to contuine. Tough perhaps that had more to do with the mass amount of stairs you have to climb down to get to the bloody thing. And don’t even get me started on the ones you have to climb up to leave – they’re the same stairs, its just a lot harder coming back up. So the moral of our story, don’t attempt Dunnottar Castle if you’re in anyway, sick, tierd, or just started you’re period. But in all seriosness this is a fantastic piece of Scottish History. Sometimes it seems like it never ended for the densions of Dunnottar Castle – if they weren’t hiding the Scottish crown jewels from Oliver Cromwell’s invading army in the 17th century; they were forfiting their titles by taking part in the Jacobite rising of 1715. I think I even heard somewhere that the Vikings attack Dunnottar, though possibly before there was a castle there.
All in all, this ruin is well worth the price of admission, though I would advise packing some energy bars and bottled water before setting off down that hill.
5. The Bass of Inverurie
Behold the hill you see before you is all that remains of Inverurie Castle more commonly referred to as the Bass of Inverurie. No one is quite sure who first raised the Bass or when – but by the time of 1176 it was held by the Leslie family and remained in use until the fourteenth century. Now the only sign of that castle are the two hills left in a middle of a graveyard. If you happen to come across it, it’s really a sight to behold once you reach the top of one of those hills where once a mighty, or at least fairly impressive castle sat. But be careful not to slip, it’s a nasty fall.
4. East Aquhorthies Stone Circle
Dating from the Neolithic / Bronze Age the Easter Aquhorthies Stone circle is one of the most well preserved exambles of a recumbent stone circles or so says wikapiedia anyway. Being one of the few to still have all of it’s stones intacked and unmoved. Yeah, the Scottish people – and by that I mean it’s churches – had a habit of stealling standing stones and building them into their churchs. The part of me that wants to see the good in people, might say that this was done mearly for practiclatity. The Scotish church builders had no idea what these circle of stones were for – in fact even to this day that knowledge still remains lost to us – and they needed stones to build their churches, why shouldn’t they take them? However the other part of me, which is far more scepticle in nature, thinks that at least partly this was a symbolic act. The new religion – the Christ God – concouring the old – who ever came before – by litraly using the stones from their places of power to build their own. Though I will admit that this theory relies on the notion that stone circles were places of worship, or even relgious significance. It’s higly likely they were, but unless someone builds a time-machine to go back and litrally ask the bronze age people what they were doing, we may never know that for certain. However, whatever the case, the fact still remains that a lot of our stone circles were dismantled to be built into churches, and houses, and heck even farmer’s fences – with no thought to the history they were destroying, or the damage they were doing to future genrations that will never get to experience many of these circles in their entirety. *gasp* Oh my God I didn’t know that rant was in me.
Okay…so East Aquhorthies Stone circle , a full stone circle, and a great place to stop and eat a picnic at. Moving on now, before something else sets me off.
3. Our Beaches
Beaches, yes! I love Beaches! And the one fetured above is a particular favourite of mine. Located in the town – or at least near the borders of the town – of Fraserburgh, this particular beach is well known for its sandy dunes. Look in the distance of the picture and you’ll see one particular sandy hill, known as Tiger Hill – so named for the tiger that apparently once got loose and went wondering on it. What’s most intresting about these particular sand dunes is that they’re not natural at all, they are man made. Turn your clock back to World War II and there were no sand dunes on Fraserburgh Beach at all; but rather mounds and mounds of barbed wire. They were meant to protect the town, and by extension Great Britian itself, from Nazi invasion. And before you start saying that’s completly ridiculous – why would the Nazies want to attack a small-ish town in Scotland; just remember that Fraserburgh actualy was bombed during WWII. Granted it wasn’t so much a planned attack as it was, just dropping all the bombs they had left on the nearest availbe settlement while they fled back home, but still the people on the ground didn’t know that.
Wow…that…eh…that got kind of dark didn’t it, Wee Readers? Okay…well…moving on.
2. Daviot Stone Circle
Ah here we are now, Lonehead of Daviot, hands down my faviourte Stone Circle. Dating from the 3rd millennium BC, Daviot’s stone circle is considered one of the earliest structuures in Gordon, erected nearly 5000 years ago and best of all, it has a car park. You might have to walk through a bit of a forest path to get to it, and pass the huts for the Boy Scouts – yes, we have those here too – though it’s a short and well maintained path. And then wow, you’ve reached the stones and they are amazing. You’ve got you’re usual large standing stones, including the always exciting recumbent stone – but what really makes Lonehead fasinating are the smaller stones cituated in the middle of the outter circle. Spirealed into a ring shape and covering most of the inner ring, until all that’s left in the centre is a small circle filled with gravel. This Circle is less good to take a picnic in than say something like East Aquhorthies Stone Circle, but it’s more than worth a spot on your Scottish Bucket List.
1. Las Iguanas
And now we reach the final slot in our list; I struggled for some time with what I should put here. There are many stone circles I’ve yet to mention, but then there are so many up here that it would take all year to list them all. So not a circle, or a castle either, we’ve had enough of them for just now I think. Something new, something different – and then inspiration struck. Earlier this month my family took my Mum out for a Birthday trip round Aberdeen, which included lunch at our favorite vegan restaurant: the Latin American Restaurant & Bar Las Iguanas.
I could spend hours waxing poetically about this wonderful, wonderful place but that would literally take all day to read and nobody has that kind of time anymore. So instead I’ll just tell you what we had, and let Las Iguanas wax poetically for itself.
My Brother and I had: Fajita Stacks – Portobella Mushroom or the Las Iguanas website described it : ‘Cooked to order in our special mix of spices, onions & peppers. With guacamole, grated cheese, jalapenos, roasted tomato salsa & soft wheat tortillas.’
My Dad had : a Burrito Bowl – Pulled Jack-fruit or as described by Las Iguanas website: ‘All the flavors of a burrito without the tortilla. A loaded bowl of salad, spring onion rice, black beans, fresh sliced avocado, grated cheese, slaw & pico de gallo.
And finally my Mum had a gorgeous Coconut curry that for some reason is no longer on Las Iguanas menu on their website, so make of that what you will.
And we all had the very starter dishes of Holy Guacamole : ‘Make your own & season as you choose, with spice-dusted corn chips ; and Peruvian Botija Olives: ‘Olives in a herby marinade’.
And thus with a grumble in our stomachs, our journey through the North comes to an end.
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Behold, My Wee Readers, the glinting waters of a Scottish summer ocean. Gaze upon the footprints left in the warm sand and the shiny gleam of the black rocks before you. The sky is clear and the sun is bright , and for a moment all is wonderful in the world. Now, what is the point of this? You know, other than to show off the fact that I took a really good picture of St Combs beach last week. What has this to do with anything? It doesn’t, I was just distracting you while I finish packing.
That’s right my Wee Readers, I’m going on Holiday. On the 16th of June, I’ll be heading off to the far flung reaches of Scotland for my Adventure – hopefully to collect photos similar to the one above, and not ones depicting a week full of rain. So while they’ll be no new blog posts next week, I do recommend you check me out on Instagram and especially Twitter, as I’ll be continuing to post there frequently all throughout my trip.
Well that’s me said my piece, thus I shall leave you with this image of what hopefully all my food is going to look like on holiday.
Or how JK Rowling finally succeeded in retroactively ruining her own books.
Welcome, my wee readers to the first of many rants well thought out think pieces on the Wee Blog.
Let us begin, much like Rowling herself, with a boy on a
His name is Harry Potter.
Ah, Harry Potter, that mythic golden goose that managed to
ensnare both child and adult readers before…well every franchise under the sun
was trying to do that. Like many in my generation I spent a good amount of my
childhood reading the words of Ms. Rowling, and getting lost in the world she
created. Thus, like many of my generation, and let’s face it everyone else, I was ecstatic to hear
more tit-bits from the world of Harry Potter. However, I don’t think it took us
very long, relatively speaking, to notice a bit of a trend with this new information.
She seemed to be trying to retroactively ruin the Harry
We all kind of know where it started – with the revelation of Dumbledore’s sexuality. But don’t get me wrong, Dumbledore being gay wasn’t the problem – it was the fact that she chose to reveal it retroactively on Twitter. Why would you do that? Why not just put it in the books to begin with – I mean it doesn’t have to be the focus since its Harry’s story, but it would have been really good to have that representation in the books. To have the leader of the Light be an out and proud Gay man, would have really added something to the story JK Rowling was trying to tell. But okay…guess we’re just going to put it on social media and collect the praise without doing any of the work for actual inclusion.
Still, that revelation didn’t ruin the books themselves per say, but it did cast a shadow of doubt on the author. Was she really as progressive as she made herself out to be? Or was she just playing the part to court the favor of both the LGBT community and the homophobes? And if so, could we continue to like her books even if she turned out to be a terrible, terrible person? Could we separate Harry Potter from his Author? It’s a questions fans of works written by writers who turn out to be human garbage, have asked themselves since the beginning of the written word. In the end I think it’s a personal choice – and I very much doubt that ‘the Dumbledore is Gay’ revelation ruined the Harry Potter books for many people. After all, it didn’t exactly prove JK Rowling was an awful person, just maybe a little thoughtless in her actions sometimes.
The Next strike – or at least the next strike I remember –
came in the form of supplementary material from the site Pottermore (a site
I’ve never quite understood the appeal of myself, but many people seem to like
so I’ll leave it be). In preparation for her new Fantastic Beast Films, Rowling
released a series of short stories detailing the history of magic/wizards in
North America and… oh boy, was it a racist slock. I’m not entirely sure which was worse, the
fact that she had written the Navajo Skinwalkers into her text as misunderstood
Animagi; or that when she was confronted by Native American readers, she
declined to respond and instead let her more rabid fans do the answering. No,
no, I’m being unfair…both actions can be awful.
So where does this leave us? Do I think JK Rowling is actually
racist – a bit, but probably not consciously; she’s more likely just very, very
lazy in her research. Or, and I like this idea the most, this is just another step
in her dastardly plan to ruin the Harry Potter series. Think about it, would
you really want to read the books of a racist? I know I wouldn’t. Still Harry
Potter is such a well written, if slightly flawed in sections, work that even
if JK Rowling does turn out to be a terrible person and not just a very, very
daft one – it isn’t a difficult thing to separate her from the work. You can
still enjoy the books and the films, even if you dislike the author.
It’s what I had to do when Rowling stuck her ‘terribly large
nose’ into Scotland’s business – and then refused to talk about it like an
adult. Still that was back in 2014 and I can be an adult, who cares if she
described the SNP as Deatheaters, and the head of Scotland’s Labour branch –
one of the leaders of the ‘No Thanks’ Campaign – as a ‘good little Gryffindor’.
It’s not as if it was an important political situation, that would affect the
lives of almost everyone in Briton and deserved to be treated as such…oh wait.
Anyway, the point I was trying to make before that trip down
painful memory lane was, that all these mistakes – and there have been many
more that I haven’t mentioned here – all lead to one solid explanation:
She’s doing it deliberately.
She wants to ruin the Harry Potter series for us.
By now you must be
thinking, Wee Lassie, how have you come to this ridiculous conclusion? When
there are so many more sensible ones on offer: maybe she’s just not very good
at Twitter, maybe she’s just lazy, or maybe she’s just a terrible person. All
excellent well thought out conclusions, my wee Readers, but all proven wrong by
one new fact about the wizarding world that Rowling released relatively
recently at time of writing.
Before they had toilets, Wizards would shit themselves and
then just magic it away.
This has ruined Harry Potter for me…I will never again be able to take any books or films set in the wizarding world seriously. And I cannot believe that an author who wrote something so profound as the Harry Potter books, could reveal something that stupid about her own world with sincerity…ergo… this must be a deliberate campaign to sabotage her past success.
Now, why would she do that? Possibly because none of her
other forays into writing have been as universally loved as Harry Potter – pigeonholing
her as only the writer of Harry
Potter in the public’s eyes, instead of a successful author in her own right. Perhaps
she’s simply trolling us for the giggles. Or maybe I’m just seeing conspiracies
where there’s really only a shitty person.
What do you think?
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if you haven’t already.
Until next time, my wee readers, farewell and have a bonny
What ho, my wee readers, allow me to introduce myself. I am The Wee Writing Lassie . I am predominantly a Writer, with aspirations for a freelance editing career in the future, and this is my wee blog. This post is intended to give you a brief idea of what you’re in for during your time perusing it.
So as we talk, let us take a wee stroll round the northern Scottish village of Strichen – it’s nay actually my own village, but it’s close enough and it makes for some very pretty pictures. Lets start with the Lake…
As we look out onto the Lake of Strichen community park, the stillness of the place lets my mind wonder into worlds that are nay my own. As a writer I’m fascinated by all things Science Fiction or Fantasy – although the Horror Genre seems to creep into almost everything I write – so you may be hearing many future tirades well-thought out think pieces, through out this blog. Huh…it’s getting a wee bit nippy, I guess its time to go inside now
Ah now, that’s better…it may not be exactly toasty up in the Reading Room of Strichen Library, but it is full of one of our society’s greatest treasures… the Written Word. If you take a look at the page marked in an unsubtle fashion as ‘My Short Stories’ up on the menu, you may see some of my own ‘humble’ contributions to that expansive world. My legs are getting sore sitting here, let’s go take a look around.
In a smaller room off to the side, we find ourselves staring at an old desk. It’s well made and doesn’t look to have much wear – meaning it’s probably not had much use. It’s one of those things we put aside and try not to think about about in our day to day lives. I’m Dyslexic and – although I haven’t had a formal diagnosis – I’m pretty sure the amount of furniture I’ve ruined with my violent stimming, allows me to say that I’m also slightly Autistic as well. Will this be a main and or recurring topic on the blog? Probably not, unless I have something interesting to say about it, it’s more a driving force behind other topics. If I have an obsession with something I’m going to be talking about it at length. Hmm…I think this metaphor has played itself out, onto the next slightly forced but very pretty picture.
At last we come to our final stop, what I’m assuming to be some kind of map of Strichen as a whole. Thus like the map we can look back, and discover what we have learned about The Wee Writing Lassie. She is a Dyslexic, slightly Autistic, Sci/Horror Writer & Freelance Editor in Training. She lives in the North of Scotland, which she clearly loves taking pictures of, and forcing them into blog posts – so expect to see many of those in future posts to come – and…oh yes!
She’s a vegan! Thank you for joining me through this metaphor laden trip through Strichen…here’s a slice of vegan pizza for your troubles. If you enjoyed the many pictures in this blog post, then follow me on Instagram, Twitter or Pinterest to see more.