Three days till Mike heads off into the wild yonder of India, which means – I am at the pointy-end of the countdown. Feel sorry for everyone close to me. Because believe me when I tell you that as far as mood swings, moody blogs, moody conversations, moody farewell speeches go, Continue reading
Category Archives: One-Cafe-At-A-Time
Café writing tour #221
A couple of months ago, I took the #writeabookwithal challenge, and enthusiastically (or so I thought!) and with every good intention you can imagine – got on board. I soon found out that Enthusiastic Good Intentions are good to have – but being able to convert those EGIs into action, creating an end product is a whole other thing. Continue reading
Café writing tour #212 and a seven-day serve
Seven-day serve of writing prompts, that is. This morning, I’m here at Café La Montagna, in the kind of fresh that only the Blue Mountains can deliver in July. Continue reading
Café writing tour – resumes!
…ah – yeh. Tomorrow. Café Writing Tour resumes tomorrow. Regular writing prompts return also, and there will be a scintillating seven-day serve of prompts to go with it, most without an appetite for alliteration. Most. I know. Me, too.
Café Writing Tour resumes (with writing prompt #299)
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
Daily Writing Prompt #055
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
Today’s Writing Prompt #223
Day 14. A day at Bron’s Casa Java. (Sometimes known as Scott’s Casa Java, depending on who loses the argument about whose turn it is to make the coffee.) Very focused on the assignment today, in spite of being bleary-eyed after a late-night watching Novak take another step toward my goal of paying attention when someone might win the Grand Slam (THE Grand Slam, people). In addition to not being troubled by the bleary state of things, I was also hardly distracted at all by Allan Karlsson. Or the beautiful cold sunny day that’s followed the Weekend of Floods. Or the latest episode of Game of Thrones (OMG, Dave, hurry up and watch it already). Or watching my dogs stare-off over who gets the plum position in the chair opposite my desk. (They have entire arguments, intense arguments, without saying a word – they just stare at each other. Then they look down at the chair. Then back at each other. No way am I going to get in the middle of that.) Continue reading
Today’s Writing Prompt #182 (and Café-Writing Tour Update)
I would like to begin the Day 10 update on my Finish-My-Course-One-Café-At-A-Time Writing Tour Sabbatical by giving a shout-out to my wonderfully geriatric friend Agnes, who signed off our phone call today with a cheery admonition to ‘go write today’s blog’. It’s been a long day, and I was in need of encouragement – so thanks to her, here I am. (I’m sorry, but no, I can’t tell you where she lives.) Continue reading
Today’s Writing Prompt #214
Day 7 of my Finish-My-Course-One-Cafe-At-A-Time-Writing Tour Sabbatical. After a one-degree start this morning – ONE DEGREE, PEOPLE (Winter is HERE) – I find myself at Lilly’s, a little café that opens out on an outdoor courtyard facing the road through Rhodes, and I’m enjoying the lovely 18 degree sunshine of a beautiful afternoon. With a scarf. And a jacket. And wishing I’d brought my beanie. Continue reading
Today’s Writing Prompt #044
Day 3 of my Course-by-Café Writing Tour, and I took myself south-east this time, towards the coast. I drove down President’s Avenue, topped the rise at Woolooware, and enjoyed that awesome moment of the first glimpse of the ocean at Cronulla. Continue reading
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