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Tag Archives: Writing
Love, with a chance of drowning – an author chat!
Penguin Books, in their infinite wisdom, sent me a copy of Torre De Roche’s book to have a read of. I met her during NaNoWriMo last year and was a little bit excited to see that someone – … Continue reading
Writing in the sand
I’m packing up my desk and popping on my out of office soon. Not that I have a desk or a workplace. I’m metaphorically drawing the blinds on 2012. This week I wrote over at Women’s Agenda about the additional … Continue reading
The getting of wisdom
Image from here I sat on the floor at a friends place the other day catching pieces of avocado sushi that my son was lovingly stabbing with his soy fishy. My friend had delivered two beautiful babies in the last … Continue reading
Faces in places
One of the reasons why I started blogging was to practice my writing skills and to give me some respite from the essays I was finishing for uni in the first year of my masters. The research coordinator suggested … Continue reading
What I know about writing
I was 10 when I started a diary. I was consumed with fear about what to write in it. I’d peek over my sisters shoulder as she scribbled away wondering how the thoughts flowed out of her head and onto … Continue reading
The train time line
When I got on the fast train from the burbs to the city yesterday an old man shuffled way over so that he was sitting on my dress. I had a little chat and a laugh with him and then … Continue reading
Barack your day.
We went on a little excursion this long weekend. To a town that had wide roads, where people meandered up and down the main street and where good coffee was the metaphorical coffee bean in a haystack. Creating memories for … Continue reading
Happy Birthday to you
A year ago I sat down at my desk and began to type. Id been promising myself every New Years Eve that this would be the year that I’d take the leap and start to write. For the last 8 … Continue reading
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Tagged Me, Storytelling, What I know to be true, Writing
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Scary men?
Its been just on a year since I had my first piece of writing published. It was this one about the resolution (in some ways) of the disappearance of a little boy from a family Ive known for a long … Continue reading
The day I had coffee with Mia Freedman…not
Image from here Remember when you were a kid and you could disapear into your mind pretending you were someone that you weren’t? I remember reaching into my wardrobe and running my hand along the back of it. Sad to … Continue reading
