It was ink dark outside when the contractions started but I waited until 5am before waking him. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked. ‘Yes, I’m sure!’ I said. ‘Could it still be prelabour?’ ‘These are no Braxton Hicks. And they’re getting closer together. I’ve been timing.’ He had good reason to ask: my prelabour had gone … Continue reading
Category Archives: Bits of life
She’s done this to it.
In 1984, a six-year-old girl who fancied herself a writer attended a school she didn’t like with a crotchety teacher she liked even less. The adults in her life convinced her that she should learn to fit into this school-shaped hole and find something other than writing stories to earn real money, because money was … Continue reading
Sharer’s block.
I don’t get writer’s block: I get sharer’s block. I missed last week’s blog post because of it, the first one I have missed all year. Sometimes I write a piece and I think, ‘That’s pretty good!’ But, by the time I have given it a day or a week to ferment, it morphs into … Continue reading
Thank you, Mattie.
I wrote a daily diary during my FAWWA residency, which is sadly at an end. To follow, are snippets of my days. Thanks so much to FAWWA for allowing me into this special space, and to the critters who put up with my too-hard typing. All photos are from Mattie Furphy House and surrounds. Day … Continue reading
My yardstick.
I recently had cause to think on where it all began. While I have been writing poems and stories for as long as I can remember, I started to get serious about my writing in 2012, when ‘The Man with the Purple Halo’ placed third in that year’s Trudy Graham-Julie Lewis Literary Award. That was … Continue reading
Being right vs being human.
Gripes. I have many. I find my list of “things with which I take issue” expanding with my age, but with age I have discovered that venting about those acts/attitudes/events that disgust and confound me can help to crystallise my views and, hopefully, move me forward with purpose. On this occasion, dear reader, I invite … Continue reading
When can I give you cake?
When can I give you cake? I give you cake and you misbehave. It was one of your birthdays yesterday, but today is another day. Yesterday, a birthright; today, a treat. We had birthday cake leftover. I promised. You ate. You partook with expectation. Yes, I did mention board games, but you couldn’t agree. You … Continue reading
