Travelling with Scott, so I’m actually on a Not-A-Quiet-Carriage, given that we sometimes chat. But I love the licence people take once they jump on a carriage that doesn’t carry the sign. It never fails: there’s always one. Continue reading
Young people of the world: Make eye contact!
…is how I wanted to start my post today, but then, yes, I spotted the problems with that. Continue reading
I might start with the writing prompt – just in case you’ve been waiting around all day for it.
Writing prompt #211
Stand in front of your bookshelf. Close your eyes. Reach out five times, randomly selecting a book each time. Write a paragraph about each book, starting with where you got it/who gave it to you, what it was about, what it meant to you, where it has been with you, where it has taken you. Continue reading
Is it better to take a few moments…or 15 minutes…to work out your response to a writing prompt? To think about characters? Or should you just get straight into it? Continue reading
Even though I’m back at work! Yes! I can’t believe it either. But here I am, on Day 2 back at work, when I had an idea: I should do a countdown to my next Café Writing Tour proper. Continue reading
My angular what? That was my question, too. But what other name would you give to the critical brain part required for the processing of auditory, visual input and comprehension of language that we do? Of course you’d call it an angular gyrus. Continue reading
Today’s writing prompt is a bit of a change of pace to what you’ve found here so far. This time it’s about working with known or existing text that you may or may not find fun – but sometimes doing what you don’t find fun is what you’ve got to do, right? Continue reading
Day 35 of the Café-Writing-Tour coming to you today from a very grey and very cold Bron’s Casa Java. Nudging a whole 8 degrees outside, you could probably very safely say….Winter Is Here. Continue reading
Doing a copyedit on some content I’d written for my course, I found myself adding (mentally) some extra content to the copy. Could have been the cappuccino-charged condition I was in, but the diversion was hilarious. Ok…the diversion seemed hilarious at the time. But then it got me thinking. Continue reading
Day 23 of the Café Writing Tour, and I’m enjoying the sub-artic frost of the wintry yet breath-taking Bowral.
After breakfast at Briars, we headed to the Bradman Museum for our cricket fix, and then back into town for a coffee at the Bean Café (they do a Rueben, here, Marisa!) before we went and checked out what the main street had to offer. Continue reading