As I stood waiting for the train yesterday afternoon tired families trudged past, many children carefully holding orange NGV helium balloons between their fingers. Before this, on the upper platform, I walked past a couple with a young baby; the father, at that moment, held up the child to sniff and check for a dirty…
A quick one today to say that I’m guest posting over at Happy Child, ‘My memories are alive with the sounds of motherhood.’ It touches on how the senses (hearing in this case – and I’ve had my mild worries about it before) shape our memories. I’d love to see you pop in! *** Not…
Her crying finally stopped a few minutes before midnight. She woke earlier with a wail, gulping and panicked, unable to breathe or talk properly. I took her into the bathroom to the toilet and calm down. I knelt upon the tiles, she blew hot, infection-riddled complaints upon me: she hurt, she was sick. Her hand…
I’ve sat down a few times over the past few days to try and write what I’m about to write. It’s serious, I’m being serious, but I’ve neither the time, nor the perspective, to prettify this up with well-crafted sentences or sweet phrasing. Some things just need to be blurted out. This will be raw,…
photo credit: entelepentele So how do I back up Tuesday’s post (which has become one of my highest hits of the year)? Blogging gurus would have me seizing the day, taking advantage of the opportunity to convert TRAFFIC to SUBSCRIBERS and all the other… stuff. Not me. No, I’ll be pulling back for a while….
Edit: updated here! Writer 1: Can you believe I haven’t heard back yet about my submission to that journal? Even worse, they ran an article almost exactly the same as my piece in their recent edition! Writer 2: Jerks. Writer 1: I’m sure they took my idea. Their loss – I could’ve written it so…
The Town Hall program at the Emerging Writers’ Festival is the one weekend I block out long in advance to enjoy. All fledgling writers AND bloggers would benefit attending, in my opinion, if you’re serious about learning about craft, or at the very least discovering more about the writing scene. I’ve selected below a cross-section…
I am nursing a slight hangover, so indulge me dear Internet, keep me here in my little nook to tippity-tap away on the keys, anything so I can escape my darlings for just a while. Thanks! To show I am nothing if not consistent, my tooth is still causing issues. I went back last Friday…
One of my oldest girlfriends in the world knows how to host the perfect garden party and for the past few years she has combined this talent with doing her bit for a good cause by hosting an Australia’s Biggest Morning Tea. We attended last year (here are the photos) and recently again. Below are…
