Pining at the moment. *Sigh*. Take me back! Because I’m back home after three months spent on a working holiday in Europe. It came about because the husband and I decided to see how we’d go parking ourselves in three places for a month apiece. We chose the Andalucian town of Gaucin in Spain, the …
Is it any wonder so many of us writer-types who sit behind a keyboard most of the day are at risk of becoming a little… erm… husky? For a start, there’s the “sit behind a keyboard most of the day” part of the job. My fingers run a goddamned marathon between 9 and 5. Who …
Writing has got to be the most sedentary of occupations, right? So riddle me this… why on earth do I end up so damned peckish during the day? If I was a tradie or someone moving all day to make a living (how’s that for a good “catch-all” descriptor?) it’d make sense. And sure, I …
So three months of heaven writing in Italy, Spain and Greece has come to an end. Feel free to hate me. I would. Now, the real work begins. Back at home, it’s pissing down outside and I’m doing my best to ignore the fact that I’m going to have to start killing my babies. Word …
Good Question. Well, here’s a taster. And it might give you a sense of why I wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. Exhibit 1: For the past month or so, on ABC Australia, I’ve been re-watching the TV series I co-wrote: ‘The Pacific (etc. etc. longest title ever conceived – and not my choice) …
To say that our country is in the grip of an apocalyptic m oment in its history is not an exaggeration. The feeling of impotence, grief and desperation I’ve been feeling from the safety and comfort of my safe house (literally… my house is safe) in the heart of a smoke-clogged Melbourne is overwhelming. Yeah, …
When I say I’ve always wanted to be an author, I’m not exaggerating. Witness: my first self-published piece of fiction: “the elvse and the showmaker”. Yes, I clearly needed the guiding hand of a good editor. And I was yet to grasp the concept of plagiarism. But, still – I was barely 5. Cut me …
Know when you’re getting old? When this becomes the perfect way to spend a Saturday evening. Hello, bubbles. Alcoholic, and L’Occitane Lavender bath foam, natch. See you in a couple of hours. What’s your go-to spot for a goodtime Saturday night?
Does anything embody Spring in Melbourne more eloquently than the sweet smell of jasmine? Methinks not. Sublime.
Yes, I’ve been on a social media sabbatical. Because puppy 🐶. Could there be any greater distraction than this? Milo is a little rescue baby, the result of a romantic interlude between a Mastiff and a handsome stranger. Money’s on a German Shepherd. She’s eleven weeks old, absolutely divine, and promises to be the size …