Nugget – the Black Wombat!
I confess that I am in love.
Always have been really…
With wombats.
I confess that I am in love.
Always have been really…
With wombats.
Simon Turney and I met over ten years ago as writers with the peer-review group, YWO.com I was drawn into the exceptional world of his writing then, and I’m as much of a fan now. Over the eight years since we were both published, I have written nine books. But Simon has scorched a path ahead of me. He reminds me of the roadrunner…
When I was driving to the Big Smoke a few days ago, I had the idea for a blogpost.
But when one has one’s hands on the steering wheel and concentration on the road is implicit, one hopes the idea will stay on the edges of consciousness so that when one reaches a destination, and fingers hit the keyboard, the post will open like a bud in the spring sun…
This post was inspired by Brian Keene who wrote this.
It prompted me to think about social media and how it works in my life as a writer.
Specifically, Facebook…
The rain is hitting the window like iron nails and the wind howls banshee-style around the eaves. It’s perhaps not a night for walking.
Every night my husband and I take our dog and walk for 30-45 minutes. Most often, we look up at a black velvet sky with swathes of starry ways, even the occasional shooting star…
Apparently Napoleon once said ‘history is a myth that men agree to believe.’
Today we went boating with a family friend.
We loaded the boat with youngsters, not-so-youngsters, and we oldies, and whilst motoring over to Okehampton Bay, site of the proposed intensive salmon farm, we started chatting about family culture…
It’s a phrase a dear friend used when he and I stood on Long Point at Maria Island, on a day just like this.
Our respective families were not far from us, having fun, swimming, fishing, looking at life through a sea-lens. The day was perfection. He put his arm across my shoulder, and with his other arm, swept it grandly to indicate the Mercury Passage and Maria Island.
He grinned as if he was sharing a secret and said, ‘Where else in the world?’
How many other writers have interests completely divergent from their profession? Most I should say – if one asked.
In my own case, I have a number of interests (apart from dog-walking and reading). Anyone who’s followed the blog through the years will know that…
Or more specifically, the rough road of research.
What an adventure my journey with Guillaume has been to this date!
Especially with the twelfth century history of Lyon, France…