The time has come the walrus said…

I don't remember writing being anything other than my happy place. The flow, the zone, the place I love to go to, evaporated. I'm pleased to say I have continued to write this blog. Not a complete failure then.

Encouragement

Glyn was a rock drummer with hair longer than mine. He wore a cowboy hat and cowboy boots and more denim than most. I fell in love with him before we met.

Staying in the room

Writing seems to be the area that suffers when I am hit with too many emotions.

Wonder

Do you ever have bizarre coincidences you can't explain? Conversations that trip over something someone said or something you read. Do you wonder about them? I do. It seems to be happening to me a lot lately.

Turning up

I hold onto that feeling now as I write this blog and consider my inner country. The place within me where creativity lives

A life well lived

She was a young mum when she came to Australia with my dad, three children and another on the way. Dad came to work at Monash University and mum looked after the household. A traditional sixties family. Full of dinner parties, Sobranie cigarettes and very dry white wine.

Cherish each moment

I can be easily derailed where writing is concerned. I usually have a million excuses for not writing, how I feel being at the top of the list. This year I decided to change things up and let my values drive my creativity rather than my feelings.

It’s never too late

I have allowed myself to be held back by a lot of things over the years. Usually a lack of one thing and another. You know how it is. Not enough money, lack of confidence, poor self esteem or self belief. Is that the same thing? There are too many to mention. I could play … Continue reading It’s never too late →

The best laid plans…

I sat down to type up my notes about creativity. Then I remembered the date and sat here thinking about my dad.

Crack on anyway

When I was young all I wanted to do was write. When I wasn’t writing, I was reading.