I set out a routine to post two times a week - should I count reblogs? No. Twice a week. That means I have to find my desk - please don't ask! - and do a post today. Somewhere in there, under the piles of 'stuff' is a timber desk. On that timber desk is … Continue reading That’s a Desk?
I have a tag: Fibber, Fabricator and Teller-of-Tall-Tales. That, to me, is three things that give the person who reads them some indication of what they're in for. An account that may or may not be truthful, honest, or even possible. A storyteller invests a lot of things in the story. There may even be … Continue reading The Three Things
The outer mask, presented to the world on a daily basis, is as normal as can be. The hidden side, the real person who doesn't dare present to the light what shouldn't be seen, is darker than a black moon. Who would want to think that the nice person next door, down the street, sitting … Continue reading In Plain Sight
At the beginning of the year I made a plan for 2018. And now it's June. It's the middle of my plan - do I dare look at the plan and see how I've done? Of course - I'm a masochist, love to inflict pain on myself - and I have to measure the tread … Continue reading Mid-year blues – or reviews?
How does a writer find inspiration? Where do they go for help when the brain (or body) just refuses to cooperate? I have a strategy. I write up a few (dozen) titles and associated beat sheets. Most are never going to be more than those notes. I use it as a form of inspiration, to … Continue reading Procrastination and Deflection
I saw the question, and I wondered. What sort of reader am I? That means breaking it down into the different purposes I have for reading. You see, I read for pleasure; I read for entertainment (they're not the same); I read for intellectual stimulation; I read to learn; I read to disappear. What sort … Continue reading What type of reader are you?
Spirit Moments The sheoak whispers and wails A wattlebird warbles and whistles The laughing bird claims the tree – my tree, my tree, mine A possum tail flicks high in the red gum Silver-green leaves dance in the morning light Shivers of bark peel and curl and swirl down the trunk The ancient tree … Continue reading Poems
However, I left out the part about exactly what I promised. I have an excuse. A good one. Valid. 'Flu. It's the first bout I've been afflicted with since 2001 (or thereabouts - who the hell remembers specifics that far back when in the throes of death?). If I had the energy, I'd go dig … Continue reading Well, Because It’s Wednesday, and I Promised
Songwriters write hundreds of songs in their lifetimes; poets pen thousands of emotions. Lyrics spin from their minds and pen because they must, must, must be given to the world. Artists paint, composers create, playwrights play, writers write ... it's a compulsion. They don't stop at one or two, do they? Why then do some … Continue reading If I should Die
And how a Slacker can write a first draft in forty days. The last few posts demonstrate part of the aforementioned syndrome. Reblogs and reposts. Such is life. There are always times when it gets a bit much. Finding something new and fresh can be as painful as toothache. Truly. In the last two weeks, I … Continue reading Slacker’s Syndrome