Blogs which describe moments in my life, or the lives of my family.
Sunday and I’m trying to work out how Saturday disappeared so quickly. Where are the stories I was going to write? What happened to Saturday? Not to mention the twelve hours of Sunday which have already managed to vanish. I started the weekend so well. I spent Friday afternoon cleaning
Last night I met up with a fellow writer and friend, to have a couple of wines at one or two of the eclectic Melbourne bars which are well worth hunting for. It was too noisy for us in the “Olde Worlde” tavern with the guitar duo belting out pub
Many different views were presented in all forms of media on the speech given by Lionel Shriver at the Brisbane Writers Festival. It is not my intention to add to the various eloquent articles already written. However, the piece written by Sonia Orchard, which I share here has certainly made
I confess. I am an emotional writer. Worst still, it tends to be the negative emotions which send my fingers tapping out the most productive rhythms on my keyboard. Anger certainly stimulates my creative juices. The memoir I completed earlier this year sprung out of my anger at my father
The words which have the most importance, which must have the most impact, and can be the most difficult to write, are the words which form the opening sentence of the book you are either writing or reading. I spend days and sometimes weeks before beginning to write, tossing words
This weekend I attended several sessions of the Melbourne Writers Festival. Every year I look forward to the MWF and every year I am not disappointed. This year I eagerly anticipated not only the sessions I had chosen, but also the atmosphere. Apart from the many writer’s talks, book launches,