Many years later when I picked up my pen to write again, I found I still felt an invisible person reading over my shoulder. It took me a very long time to let go of worrying about who was going to read my writing. Four years of blogging has helped me be brave and write anyway.
This title has been floating around my mind for a few weeks. Like a lot of people I love Charles Dickens’ story, 'A Christmas Carol' and his delightful character, Mr Scrooge, a long time favourite of mine. I recently discovered a movie, ‘The man who invented Christmas,’ a fictional movie about how Charles wrote the … Continue reading Ghost of Christmas past
Sometimes Auntie Pat would paint our nails and do our hair, that was the best. I loved the ticklish feeling as she painted the stinky nail polish carefully on each of my well-bitten nails.
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.
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.
Writing seems to be the area that suffers when I am hit with too many emotions.
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.
I hold onto that feeling now as I write this blog and consider my inner country. The place within me where creativity lives
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.
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.
Rhiannon Dowding - Writer 