Is what some of my friends wanted to ask, but instead they were very generous, especially when I went on to explain that I came to Broken Hill because I couldn’t go to Libya. Continue reading
I am always torn when I think about the sayings about what your workspace/desk represents about you.
Messy and chaotic somehow represents genius. Meticulously tidy represents order and fastidiousness, yet not much imagination. Continue reading
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
She leaned her face against the glass and felt the tears smudge between her cheek and the clear cold surface. Her face hurt from the long effort of trying to pin the smile in place so that he wouldn’t be made too sad by her sadness as he boarded the plane. This was The Day, after all, and it turned out he’d done a fabulous job of getting all this together, while she hadn’t prepared herself properly for it at all. She thought of the day Dave had started kindy, but then decided he would move out and start a family. What prepares you for this moment when you’re staring through the glass? Continue reading
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
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
…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.
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