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Before very long it would have been a whole four years since I started my very first blog.

It would take another year to eighteen months before the other catch up to this figure. 1,376 more words

Staying Present: Artist Week #4

I have written this post at least 4 times in my mind and each time I have started it with:

Captains Log 437.

Why? I have no idea why, it surely stuck though, so much so that I had to figure out how to get it in there without actually starting my blog with Captain’s Log 437. 583 more words

The Artist Way

On Using a Pseudonym

When I became serious about writing my first novel, I had to decide if I would use my birth name or a pen name. “To be, or not to be; that is the question” (Shakespeare’s Hamlet), that was the idiom that popped into my head when I first debated the use of a pseudonym. 979 more words


Ah, holidays, they’re so good for the soul aren’t they?  Warmth in your bones, cocktails in your belly and pictures of your red toenails against a blue sea on your Facebook account. 629 more words

Why Would Anyone Want to Write a Book?

You think you want to write a book but you’re looking for the reason to justify the perceived stress, the late nights at the computer, the possibility of failure. 521 more words

Back from the brink

“If left, the bacteria Molly has, can kill in a matter of hours.”

I remembered, through a haze, that when we first arrived at Sydney Children’s Hospital at 1am that night which was to change us forever, they’d bumped a head trauma in order to operate on the pneumococcal infection in our tiny six month old baby’s hip.   773 more words

Tales from a Soccer Sideline #2

“It’s just really important to Sam,” enthuses Marsha with a look of utter distress on her face about the whole situation, whilst simultaneously checking Facebook. “Soccer is a huge passion for him and he really looks up to the coach, sees him as the most important thing in his life during the soccer season – oh my gosh, Carolyn’s at it again with her status updates complaining about having no help at home, bor-ring….If no one else is doing it for you, get off Facebook and do it yourself woman,” mimics Marsha as she swipes Carolyn off the screen in disgust.   465 more words