Hello everyone,jane

Well spring has surely sprung for you northern hemisphere readers, while down here autumn has arrived, though really we’re just having a long Indian summer… still in summer clothes often.  Where  I am which is in the country, we have water tanks and it was becoming rather dire there for a while as the tanks were virtually empty as we’d had no rain for many months.

That certainly has changed now!

 What has also changed I think is our language.  As a writer having to constantly search for just the right word I need for a sentence or to paint a word picture, I often wonder how words develop.  For example, how did the word rain, become…well, rain. 

But modern language, now that’s something we see changing all the time.  Fifty years ago we didn’t have the word computer, nor text, nor mobile phone.  When I think that my grandmother took a stagecoach in her youth and where we are now…well, that sure is some change.

The world has changed because of computers.  We have a mouse that isn’t an animal, IT that doesn’t mean the word  ‘it’, and download that doesn’t mean putting down something heavy.  Then there is PC, HTML, DOC, RTF, spreadsheet that doesn’t mean your laying out a bed sheet.  Everything seems abbreviated.  .  One wonders if it is because we don’t have time to say the words.

There’s – FB, twitter, google, google it.  It’s a whole new language.  I remember when computers first became part of our lives.  Everyone said that now we would live in this paperless society, we’d have much more time.

Wrong!  Remind me of that next time I do my filing!

Trying to teach my 89yo (see I’m even abbreviating year old!) mother how to use a computer.  I remember telling her to move the mouse – the what?  The language had become so natural to me, I had to stop and really think what I said and how I taught someone who was immersed in the 21st century yet.

Life seems to be one big rush –in fact I think we rush a whole lot more, so much so that we can’t even say worlds out fully and have to abbreviate things.  And of course there is the instant need for info.

No longer do I go and find the phone book at home, but quickly look up a phone number on line. No longer do I wait to get home to phone someone, I just use my mobile phone.  Nor do I go to the library to get out a book on a specific subject, I just Google it there and then and get the information instantly.  We’ve become an impatient world, who rushes and can’t speak properly.  We abbreviate our written language too.  R U cmg hm 2mrw 2.

Are we so busy that we can’t write/spell properly?  I hear that student are even using text speak in their exams.

Today I had to fill in a form  – writing, not typing, and was surprised (note horrified) to realize that physical writing was not particularly comfortable – what is going to happen?  Are we going to forget how to write words, form letters?  How many of us remember those days in school where we had to progress from printing to script writing.  Lordy I even remember learning shorthand and was able to do 100 words per minute – now shorthand could be actually recognized as the first form of text speak – and words per minute – became wpm, so maybe that gave us an inkling of what was to come.

Do students know how to address an envelope, write a letter, and sign the letter off correctly? 

People may say why bother, it’s all going to be email now, but I do wonder if we give up these tiny things that eventually it all becomes one big loss in the end.

C U l8r – LOL

Happy reading

Jane Beckenham

 PS – another little excerpt for you


She’s hiding something.

Mac’s instinct kicked in, and he sucked in a low breath, letting the oxygen roll around his lungs and seep through his veins.

She’s guilty.

Just like you.

He pasted on his best smile and watched as the color drained from her face. All the while, her striking green eyes held him captive. They changed from light green and then replicated the shades of the forest as her mood darkened.

For more than a heartbeat, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Curtis had called his wife cold and unforgiving, and yet all he could see was passion and emotion. A spitfire.

Leah Talbot-Grainger was a beautiful woman, with a tousle of curls that created an auburn halo falling to her shoulders and eyes that had the capacity to bewitch. When the tip of her tongue slid across her slightly parted mouth, Mac’s body heated. Her actions taunted him.

But there were no tears, only a desperate fear in eyes that shadowed secrets, and without realizing it, she confirmed everything Curtis had told him about her, strengthening his resolve to protect his niece at all costs.

As the elevator leveled off with the thirtieth floor, the doors opened in silence, and she shoved past him and retreated to the far wall.

Without saying a word, he placed a foot in the doorway, forcing them to remain open.


Frightened green eyes stared at him. “What are you doing?” she demanded.

“Making sure you understand.”

She wrapped her hands across her middle. He recognized her desperation. “Oh, I understand, all right, but you won’t win.”

“We’ll see about that.” He removed his foot and stepped back. “I’ll be in touch, Leah.”

The elevator doors slid closed, and for a moment, he simply stood there.

What next?



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