Wednesday, 31 December 2008
Monday, 29 December 2008
Remember in March when the 82 year old driver collected me with her 1989 Toyota Camry as I was crossing the road ... well the saga continues?
XRays showed my right arm wasn't healing. Back to hospital for another surgery, a new heavier plate inserted, nine fat new screws, a healthy dollop of fixative and the magcal addition of a protein powder to encourage the arm to make me 'bloggable' again!
Now six weeks on ... Doc says not to 'sling the sling' that holds my arm aloft, strangles my neck, constricts my shoulder ... healing's taking longer.
I constantly remind myself how fortuntate I am. How I'm alive, with a beautiful family, with a sense of humour, and it's only my arm ;)
Those who know me get my frustration ... as an inpatient, intolerant, Virgo, typing lefthanded isn't a consideration ...
BUT I needed to let you all know ...
I loveyouse all, miss so many of you and am sending truckloads of wishes that we 'shut the gate on 08 and shine in 09'.
Sunday, 2 November 2008
1. In love :: is it?
2. Be my guest :: money's on the fridge
3. Number one :: numero uno
4. Swallowed whole :: gulp
5. 50 percent :: half full half empty?
6. Made in :: China ... isn't everything?
7. Supplement :: centre spread
8. Right for :: left for later
9. Endless :: goes on forever
10. Ceramic :: China
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
What is the greatest value that guides your life?
Being a positive, happy, true, survivor.
If I could be anybody besides myself, I would be ______
... not be me, I like who I am!
What is one item in your house that you should really throw out but probably never will?
If only there was just one item. There's tonnes that need to go and despite my new years resolution "Purge" it probably never will.
Sunday, 26 October 2008
2 hours, 15 minutes ago
I say ... and you think ... ?
1. Contemplate :: Mmmmmmm
2. In the house :: peace
3. Classical :: antique
4. Quest :: seek
5. Best friend :: Moi
6. 1991 :: no repeats
7. Never will :: again
8. Fool :: no more
9. Unhappy :: never
10. Best man :: best woman
Sunday, 19 October 2008
I say ... and you think ?
1. Magical :: moments
2. Shrimp :: barbie
3. Project Runway :: love it!
4. Economy :: ratshit
5. Porch :: light on
6. State of affairs :: same as economy
7. .com :: redness
8. Fifty cents :: plus change
9. Ripping :: me off
10. Bull :: crap
Whoa ... where did that lot come from ???
Sunday, 12 October 2008
1. Zoo :: neighbourhood
2. Neighborhood :: zoo
3. Salute :: signal
4. Immortality :: forever
5. Dominion :: sovereign
6. Rhonda :: Rockin'
7. Parties :: joy
8. Prince of Darkness :: who?
9. Garbage :: trash
10. Standard :: ordinary
Sunday, 5 October 2008
If you're still pondering as to whether to come along to the Judy Wilkenfeld
workshop please contact me for more information as places are filling!
... take a peek at Judy's fabulous day meeting the people at Somerset Studio
... read on with the wonderful Editor Jenny Doh ... she says we'll be seeing more
of Judy's work in future issues ... why not pop over to Judy's blog to read about
her day at Somerset Studio.
2. Irksome :: you're torture
3. Maybe :: maybe not
4. Confirmation :: your right!
5. Bib :: and Bub (Australian fantasy bush characters)
6. Stop! :: now!
7. Lobster :: rock
8. Boys :: night out
9. Fire away :: hit me with ya best shot ...
10 Give up :: while you're in ahead
Wednesday, 1 October 2008
Too fast ... what on earth is that?
Lately I've been searching and asking those I know where do I apply for more hours in the day? Seriously there's not enough for me what with the twelve lane highway zooming through my head coming up with more projects, ideas, places to go and people to see.
I don't move too fast. I tend to amble, at sometimes a steady, sometimes a manic pace, depending on the mood or weather, perpetually with the time is not on my side problem.
My developed morning bad habit is tea and toast in front of this darn screen, reading, answering emails which inevitably puts me off kilter, adds more congestion to highway so the already 'organised' day ahead and the 'moodling' invariably transforms to 'muddling'.
Slowing down has never effected my creativity ... if only. It's not the slowing down that's the problem, when I slow I sleep, as I said ... the dreaded lack of time is the one and only problem.
The answers have all been heard, tried and discarded ... routine, roster, timeframe, schedule ... words I use, offer as advice, but have not one iota's chance of putting them to work in my feelin' groovy day!
So ... why swap bliss for the norm?
Nah, I'll saunter at my pace, prioritising if necessary, always feelin' groovy!
No I am not a hoarder I'm a collector ... that's my story ...
Latest edition to my collection of books on collecting ... thanks to MYNBF
Lovely book, broadly, briefly covering many many items ... superb photography ...
Tuesday, 30 September 2008
What is the most useful gift you’ve ever been given?
An 66cm LCD HD TV for my birthday last week!
Name the most terrifying moment of your life so far.
Lying on the road, screaming, not being able to feel my right arm or shoulder, after being hit by a car whilst crossing the road, on March 28, this year!
One hot summer afternoon, while walking through a parking lot at a large shopping center, you notice a dog suffering badly from the heat inside a locked car. What would you do?
Call the police.
Sunday, 28 September 2008
1. Hearing :: Listening
2. Aggression :: Waste
3. Charged :: Excessive
4. Traveler :: Traveller
5. Hydrate :: H2O
6. Detox :: Done
7. Qualify :: Competent
8. Prison :: Lockup
9. Frontal :: Lobe
10. Pep talk :: Necessary
Friday, 26 September 2008
Tuesday, 23 September 2008
What would you take from your house if you knew it would be flooded tomorrow? My Miss Blossom and a bag over my shoulder with purse, jewellery and anything else I could grab.
If you were stuck in a room for an hour with a chalk board, what would you draw on it? I'd write lists with doodling round the edge.
Tuesday, 16 September 2008
What's worse, physical or mental cheating? Why?
They're both as bad as each other ... though mental can be worse ... you can't see it. The question makes me shudder.
Do you think men and women can be just friends? Why or why not?
Most definitely they can be friends ... it's frequently the suspicion of others that causes friction.
How do you feel about dating co-workers?
What's that old saying? Don't get ya meat where ya get ya bread ...
Sunday, 14 September 2008
Cut the crap :: I'm over it
Scent :: objectionable
Vanishing :: act
Wetness :: moistness
Cheap :: as chips
Badges :: souvenirs
Puppy :: smoochie
Problem solver :: yours truly
Gambling :: life
Sophia :: wisdom
Monday, 8 September 2008
JUDY WILKENFELD Sydney workshop ...
Don't miss this rare and long awaited opportunity to attend a workshop under the guidance of the highly talented Judy.
Join Judy of Red Velvet Visual AnthologiesT at a two day workshop "Book of Memories" in Sydney on November 22 & 23, 2008.
Preserving precious memories, photo’s and memorabilia in book form is the workshop theme.
Come along and spend two days creating a book starting from two antique book covers. The inner book will be made accordion style ... excellent for newbie’s to mixed media books.
Learn how to use symbolism, colour, texture, found objects along with your memorabilia to tell the stories ... WITHOUT WORDS.
Techniques you will learn ::
Binding a book from cover boards.
The ageing of fabrics, papers, images and metals.
The adhering of dimensional mixed media items.
The use and application of mica and acrylics.
The use of symbolism.
Working with wire.
The creation of a shadow box.
Layering of mixed media objects.
*Workshop Dates :: Saturday 22nd and Sunday 23rd November, 2008
*Venue :: Addison Road Centre (ARC), 142 Addison Road, Marrickville.
*Times :: 9.00am – 4.30pm both days.
Cost :: $380.00 includes morning tea, lunch and afternoon tea :: special diets catered for.
Parking is available at the venue.
426 bus from Circular Quay stops at the door.
Travelling from out of Sydney? Assistance with booking accommodation is available.
Any questions email
Sunday, 7 September 2008
1. House :: home
2. Think :: before you ...
3. Clot :: fool
4. Believe me :: trust me
5. Fumigation :: air
6. Bore :: drill
7. Luck :: fortunate
8. Patient :: stoic
9. Tremors :: shakes
10. Pickles :: pregnant
Wednesday, 3 September 2008
A gorgeous girl I met while in hospital is still having a really hard time. Twenty two weeks ago, while driving home from a church lunch something hit the windscreen of her car, she lost control, two of her three children were seriously injured. On impact the windows of the car smashed causing her right arm to be flung out the window, her right arm was trapped, mangled. She's back to where she started from after contracting the MRSA bacteria, plates in her arm had to be removed, her bones disintegrated, on Thursday she went to theatre for surgery number 16, it could be 18 ...
Due to the ridiculous insurance regulations she's not entitled to anything via her third party claim. She would have been if she'd become a quadraplegic, a paraplegic or lost a limb, she's almost lost her right arm and she's right handed. The family are struggling so she was told to apply to Australia's genius social security department known as "Centrelink" for a pension.
Yet some uneducated, efficious, bureacrat told her she she didn't qualify for a pension that she should be able to work 15 hours a week ...
With a massive frame on her right arm, she's was taking 150mg Tramadol 4 times a day, 40mg of Oxycontin twice a day, 600 mg Gabapentin 3 times day and two Panadol 4 times a day ... I'm curious to know what job she would qualify for ... maybe the said pen pushing idiots job!!!
Can you believe it??
Please say a prayer for Bec ... they're a good, hardworking, honest, family in need of a miracle ...
This week Bec asks about 'The Power of Place.'
How about you? How does place figure in your writing? Do you feel comfortable in the place you live, or do you feel at odds with your atmosphere? Do you convey that in your writing? What stories does your location have to tell?
For me, in writing, place is integral. If I there's no place then nothing happens. Place names make writing feasable, interesting, not only the name but the history, traditions and time frame in relation to the place you're writing about can take your reader there, either in their imagination or back to a place where they once might have been.
Judith Barrington in "Writing the Memoir" writes "how the names of people, places, stores, rivers, and so on are a particular kind of concrete detail that can play a vital role in making your writing interestring and believable and quotes from James Hamilton Patterson's "The Great Deep : The Sea and Its Thresholds", where there is a chapter entitled "Nothing is More Tedious than a Landscape without Names."
I'm comfortable in the place I live, I have to be, what's the point in angsting about being in a lavish environment with panoramic ocean views, the smell of the salt air wafting in and sending metal window frames rusty? Why waste precious time and energy on what, right now, isn't possible ... but that's me, ever practical.
Current place likes and dislikes aren't conveyed in my writing yet, one day, when I relate this episode place will emerge. People, mood, atmosphere, emotions, era, conditions, as well as the mores, values and traditions relating to place are inevitably conveyed when writing of the past. Research and memory prod thoughts. A found a bus timetable will jolt me back to school days. Reminding me of the fun, frolic and mischief of riding to and from school, of the days when we didn't make it ... wagged it, played hookey, jigged it ... ahhh those were the days!
Location is the basis for my stories ... if I or my ancestors hadn't been in that place who knows what might never have happened!
What about the times when you feel you've been in that place before? ... that's another story ...
Tuesday, 2 September 2008
Sydney's most famous inspiring walker, Alan Waddell, died at 3am this morning.
At 94 years of age Alan recently underwent hip replacement surgery. He went home early last week but returned to hospital last Wednesday where his condition detiorated.
Alan was a much loved, motivated, respected, well known and well reported Sydney icon who will be greatly missed.
One of Alan's family will keep his web site going in his honour ... check it out here.
Keep walking Alan.
It's been said that, "The best things in life are free." Do you think this is true? Absolutely true, health, happiness and positive attitude are all free if you know how to go about gaining them!
What is the most valuable thing you own? My health, happiness and PMA.
Sunday, 31 August 2008
2. Deodorant :: don't leave home without it.
3. Psychic :: Prove it
4. Cherries :: sweet
5. Spooky :: Casper
6. Yogurt :: yuk
7. Kitchen :: goddess
8. Nothing personal :: but ...
9. Be nice :: it's easier
10. Delivery :: special
Friday, 29 August 2008
Sharon, from Auckland New Zealand's first showing in Australia, with a backdrop of Sydney Harbour ... was breathtaking ... be envious for missing the experience!
More photo's soon.
Thursday, 28 August 2008
I so want to make these three words into a Haiku. Yet no matter which way I position them they don't quite say what I mean ...
Traveled a desperate lapse ... I have for the past 20 weeks ...
A desperate lapse traveled with me ... that too ...
A lapse too traveled became desperate ... Mmmm ...
The traveled, desperate, lapse diminished ...
Resurgance propells me from a well traveled, desperate, lapse!
... if you get what I mean ...
Tuesday, 26 August 2008
If you could take more control of one aspect of your life, what would it be?
Have more money ...
If you were to name the difference between the male soul and the female soul, what would it be?
Male soul requires more understanding of compassion and difference.
If you had to admit the most selfish thing you do on a regular basis, what would you say it is?
See #1 and spend it!
Sunday, 24 August 2008
I say ... and you think ... ?
... multiple word answers this week ...
1. Cry :: eye bath
2. Stretch :: extra inches
3. Efficient :: efficious too
4. Brunch :: love it
5. Afro :: had a red one
6. Preheat :: warm up
7. Delicious :: dark chocolate
8. Global warming :: more information
9. Actions :: speak louder
10. Ride :: ticket to
Good Fun this week!
Wednesday, 20 August 2008
The ever imaginative Bec has, in keeping with kids return to school, suggested a meme. Great idea, I love these. As a lover of lists, questions and answers, thanks Bec I'm on the job ...
1. Do you write fiction or non-fiction? Or both?
Non fiction ... I'm able to write fiction if the need arises.
2. Do you keep a journal or a writing notebook?
Yes to both, a journal as well as an writing ideas notebook.
3. If you write fiction, do you know your characters’ goals, motivations, and conflicts before you start writing or is that something else you discover only after you start writing? Do you find books on plotting useful or harmful?
Having written fiction I knew the basics but this often changed as the story developed. Most books on writing are useful.
4. Are you a procrastinator or does the itch to write keep at you until you sit down and work?
5. Do you write in short bursts of creative energy, or can you sit down and write for hours at a time?
Once I start it's usually impossible to stop. When I do stop I sleep like a baby!
6. Are you a morning or afternoon writer?
Afternoon or night.
7. Do you write with music/the noise of children/in a cafe or other public setting, or do you need complete silence to concentrate?
I prefer quiet and usually the TV is on in the background.
8. Computer or longhand? (or typewriter?)
9. Do you know the ending before you type Chapter One? Or do you let the story evolve as you write?
I always have a basic idea - but anything can happen! Especially when things you thought you'd forgotten pop up or research takes you down another road.
10. Does what’s selling in the market influence how and what you write?
Presently no influence.
11. Editing/Revision - love it or hate it?
Love it ... knowing when to stop is the hardest.
Monday, 18 August 2008
Is there something you’ve dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?
Dreamt ... travel overseas ... haven't ... no money!
If you could make any fictional character come to life, which one would it be?
If you could have a $10,000 shopping spree to one store, which store would it be and how long would it take you to spend the $10,000?
In an electronic store for a plasma screen, computer, fridge, freezer, washer, dryer ... the lot would be spent in 5 minutes!
Name three things you wanted as a child but never got.
Love, understanding, kindness
Todays Sydney Morning Herald Column 8 a guy writes "madness abounds". His Canon printer ink cartridges, containing 13ml of ink, cost $23 each, i.e. $17,692.23 per litre ... shite!!!
My Hewlett Packard cartridges cost $31 each ... no way am I about to calculate ...
Sunday, 17 August 2008
I say ... and you think ... ?
1. Signature :: sign
2. Olympics :: exorbitant
3. 100% :: give
4. Damn! :: Drat!
5. Gold :: 100%
6. Fresh and natural :: gorgeous
7. Fraction :: friction
8. Hurry :: up
9. Summer :: love
10. 29th :: why?
Thursday, 14 August 2008
This week Becca asks ...
How about you? Have you ever belonged to a writer’s group? Did it work? Why (or why not?) What would be your criteria for the perfect writer’s group?
Oh Becca ... yes, yes, yes, how wonderful you are - are you a mind reader? A writing group, to me, is a blessing. Writers are oft heard bemoaning "a writers life is a lonely one" so for those of us seeking the opportunity to bounce ideas, check grammar, tense, point of view, names, or to have someone listen is a joy!
Finding a good group, as you so bravely discovered, is a challenge. I've belonged to three groups, one a fiasco, two brilliant. The key was the convenor. The dud group became a weekly social, as soon as writing talk began one troublemaker managed to steer the conversation their way, on the inane pretext of a personal association with the writing being discussed. Eventually the group disbanded.
The second, was well run, till someone invited the previous mentioned disrupter along. The convenor was unaware of their MO ... the rest of us conspired to have an agenda, a time frame. A stop watch and small bell were purchased, placed on the table, frequently used ... we flourished, the frustration of the interjector soared, telling us individually ... the reason for the format was them ... my reply was "well quit it!"
We were stymied to understand as to why, when they knew the behaviour was unacceptable to not curb it ... no, no, ... now the behaviour shifted, now it became 'woe is me' ... we stuck to our guns, ran by the agenda, we progressed, achieved so much ... the socialiser stopped attending ... Yay! It worked like a dream, we all excelled, got confident, got published, we invariably ran overtime, we scrapped the agenda, stopped ringing the bell ... life-long friendships remain despite re-location. Writing flourished, life-long friendships remain.
An advertisment in a local paper, by a psychologist / writer, sent me to join ... the outdoor setting with harbour views, stone buildingd, jacaranada trees made us think we were in a writers paradise. There were rules, this leader was experienced, but ... we almost drifted apart due to a disruptive influence. This wise leader told the trouble maker, the group was finishing, like a coven we snuck off to the leader's home ... four of us wrote, excelled, grew and got published ... this group disbanded when our trusty leader found true love and moved house. None of the remainder of us had a suitable venue ... drat!
Yes Becca, I've belonged and yearn to do it again ... until such time as I'm able in person, right here is fabulous. Yes groups do work. A good leader is a must, an agenda, a time frame plus an understanding that whatever is said doesn't leave the room, isn't taken to heart, isn't ever spiteful or hurtful and most importantly we're not a counselling group. Ten minutes prior to start is usually sufficient around the table for a quick personal update. A fifteen minute tea break is time to chat about whatever.
A great writers group is a structured group. The groups I've belonged to have never been same genre groups. We were all different, as we wrote in our individual styles, so we wrote on different topics. What a thrill it was to learn writing similarites and differences.
I adore feedback, the company of like minded people, my mind's like a sponge ready and willing to soak up and learn from every experience. Anne Lamott says it exactly like it is ... so, is there anyone in Sydney, Australia looking to start a writers group ... can I join, I'll bring cup cakes for tea?
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
Writing for Real.
How about you? Do you consider yourself a writer? Do you think blogging is “real writing?” What does it take to be a “real writer”?
Hey Becca I'm shouting ... snap out of it ... good grief woman why are you so swamped by self doubt ... GggRrrrr ... frustration seeps close to the rim ... "I never say I'm a writer" says Becca ... well why bloody not I ask, you're doing it now, so well, so inspiringly?
I don't say I'm a writer either ... I say "I write."
I've seen people's expression change, their interest alter in who I am, what I do, what I write and more importantly who I write for ...
So I shoot them down with that first question and reply "I write lists" ... well you have them then ... they have no idea whether you're having a lend, you're a nutter, or are deadly serious. Depending on the situation you can stop it there or gain a host of mileage. See, I'm irritated by people who throw that first question, on the pretext of gauging who you are or what you do, within thirty seconds of an introduction ... "So what do you do?"
Does it matter I think, I grimace , am I going to be categorised by this ninkampoop for being someone who will or will not do them some earthly good in their chosen profession ... usually a profession they've not chosen ... nah ... so I aim to have fun!
Categorising yourself as a writer is usually equal to other professions.
Unfortunately SOME writers, (often famous ones) see them selves above and better than the plebs ... the ones who're usually buy their writing, keeping them writing. Like medical, legal and most other professions they tend to jargonise - thereby forming a clique an elite and exlusive group ... where usually the only people they're fooling is themselves. To snub blogging is ignorance ... I'll not even start on that topic.
What it takes to be a real writer is a question I defy anyone to answer without prejudice. I've a folder of published works, I blog, I've contributed to one online and one print publication for over five years, I've reems of family history awaiting editing, I've completed a university degree, written some of the most amazing life stories you'll ever hear, I adore lists and diligently compose them ... I write.
Becca on July 29 5 asked ...
How about you? How do you cultivate creativity in your life? Have you found the things that make you come alive? Are you doing them? Shouldn’t you be?
Creativity encomasses me, is part of my everyday life. The joys of being retired, living alone, Ooops sorry Blossom, make it possible for shelves to buckle, cupboards to groan as I stack fabric, embellishments, found objects and stuff against the doors to stop the contents falling out. It's everywhere.
But ... there in lies my problem. Living with beauty, meaning, desireable and much loved collections makes the choice of what to do next practically impossible.
I'm currently engrossed in Carmel Bird's "Writing the Story of you Life" ... obviously I'm writing a memoir, therefore seeking to cultivate my creativity surrounding the story of my life. For me when I want to create with fabric or stitching I look to books, magazines and the plethora of online inspirations for creative cultivation. Seeking is my ideal for cultivating creativity.
Researching makes me come alive. Curiosity sidetracks me. Information on an an era I go to an historical source, a word then to the dictionary or thesaurus is the answer, having a punt on a Saturday afternoon I read the race form ... Carmel Bird won't give me the winning horses for that days racing ... or will she?
Monday, 11 August 2008
Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?
MJ ... loyal, honest, dependable and more no matter what ...
If you died or went missing, who would miss you?
... as above, plus Blossom, D&M, the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker and a whole host of Darlings ... but I'm not going anywhere for at least another three score and ten ...
Sunday, 10 August 2008
1. Month to month :: bills
2. Adjusted :: well
3. Prank :: thoughtless
4. Mop :: top
5. Clarity :: clear
6. Parenting :: hard work
7. Glenn :: Shorrock
8. Fingerprint :: smudge
9. Pineapple :: taste buds
10. Attorney :: licence to print money
Friday, 8 August 2008
The synchronicity surrounding each prompt invariably makes me catch my breath.
Questions like have they been reading my mail, bugging my phone or worse still reading my mind are posed each week ...
Take this weeks for example ...
What question would you like to ask? If you could ask anyone anything, what would it be? What question do you ask yourself? What question fills your mind? What question have you been asked lately? What question have you had problems answering? What is the eternal question? What? Where? Who? When? Why? How? Go ahead and ask!
... OK I have to ask ... how on earth do you girls do it ?
Sunday, 3 August 2008
1. Crankiness :: Oodles
2. Backpack :: lugging
3. Clone :: graft
4. High ground :: principle
5. Dreams :: nightmares
6. Lovingly :: demonstrative
7. Mistake :: blunder
8. Carson :: kresley
9. Errand :: message
10. Dozen :: cheaper
Friday, 1 August 2008
Thursday, 31 July 2008
Monday, 28 July 2008
There'd be no talking ... I'd be falling on the floor laughing! This is the best question ever ... how big is the venue ...Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
What's your favorite thing to do on a rainy day? Snuggle under the doona with a book listening to the rain and Blossom purring.
Are you a window person or an aisle person? Why? Always been a window person till MJ explained the benefits of being on the aisle ... loo breaks, leg stretching and in case of drama.
Sunday, 27 July 2008
1. Memory :: a long one
2. Original :: me
3. Exclusively :: mine
4. Listings :: the bay
5. Bucket :: with ice
6. Knight :: Becca
7. Dusty :: Springfield
8. Choice :: we all have them
9. Sunglight :: happy day
10. Change of plans :: make sure you have a good excuse!
Saturday, 26 July 2008
Friday, 25 July 2008
Becca at Write in Wednesday asks :
So, how about you? What do the three P’s of writing…practice, pleasure, profit…mean in your writing life?
To me the Three P's are integral to the craft of writing, once drudgery sets in then any practice, pleasure or profit, financially or emtionally is out the door. Schlepping towards any task, scuffing your feet, trying to shake that looming black cloud with not an iota of ka ching to be heard is the pits ... I'm Over It has arrived. Give up while you're ahead is my advice, go walk, run, do a load of laundry ... anything is preferrable than attemtping to inspire the muse at such a time. I'd add another P to Becca's list ... positive, positivity, possimistic ... how ever you say it this one is essential.
Positive mental attitude or PMA is the key for me. I once heard a sales manager hype the sales people by saying "positive mental attitude equals other people'e money." Think about it, true isn't it?
PMA equals OPM.
No matter how you relate the saying PMA works. Don't take it too literally, not greedily, for now think of it as the key to leading you to writing pleasure and profit.
Without PMA (c,mon stop thinking PMS) ... you're destined to fail. After completeing your project what's the point of thinking ... Mmmm well I've done it, but I don't know whether I've done enough practice, whether I got enough pleasure from completing the task, or whether I'll make any profit ... then throw the bloody lot into the bin, go walk into the water and don't stop till ... well you surely know what I mean!
Of course we're all not going to score a Pulitzer I'm not being ridiculously far fetched here. But we're all certainly capable of writing to the very best of our personal ability, frequently above and beyond what we ever expected ... don't you think you're already writing with a smidge of PMA?
Tuesday, 22 July 2008
In no particular order they are ::
1. Corey Worthington :: 17 yo kid, partied, got an agent, personality size of your smallest digit.
2. Homer Simpson :: not even real
3. Julie Anthony :: stop the singing
4. Wayne Carey :: woman basher
5. Kirsty Ally :: get over yourself
6. Paris Hilton :: trollope
7. Dina Lohan :: shameful mother of Lindsay and now she's got a reality show ...
8. Heather Mills :: gold digger.
9. Celine Dion :: screecher
10. John Howard :: ex PM
Monday, 21 July 2008
What's the next country you want to visit? New York City, USA.
What one thing are you craving today? more Dark Chocolate.
Australian Simon Gerrans of the Credit Agricole team won the 15th stage of the Tour de France on Sunday, a 183km ride between Embrun and Prato Nevoso in Italy.
Read more at SBS
Proud to be an Aussie, Oi, Oi, Oi !!!!
Sunday, 20 July 2008
1. Flicker :: photos
2. Styling :: fashioning
3. Episode :: next
4. Sexier :: than who?
5. Studious :: conscientious
6. Mushroom :: fungus
7. 8 minutes :: till what?
8. Bald :: chrome dome
9. Immunity :: freedom
10. Sectioned :: separated
Friday, 18 July 2008
Becca @ Write on Wednesday asks::
So, how about you? How does writing fit into your daily life? What’s your ideal time to write, and why? Do you “write on schedule” or “when the spirit moves you”?
Well I'm consistent aren't I? Here it is Friday evening again ... it's all part of my in built procrastination.
As I've said before ... well you've read all that ... the absotively same applies!
See you next week!
Tuesday, 15 July 2008
Who was your first crush? Harry, the son of the man who owned the first small supermarket in Hall Street, Bondi opposite the post office.
If given a chance to skip work for a day (without repercussions), how would you spend the entire day? Pull the doona over my head and read, snooze, read, snooze ... but hang on ... I don't "work" ...
Monday, 14 July 2008
Sunday, 13 July 2008
I say ... and you think?
1. Intimidated :: rarely
2. Brush :: with the law
3. Masquerade :: metamophosis
4. Procedure :: routine
5. Tattoos :: body art
6. Square :: root
7. Tuck :: nip
8. Boyfriend :: nope
9. Badass:: Haaaa
10. Thousand :: more
Saturday, 12 July 2008
My oldest friend over saw it all. The trials and tribulations of life, the highlights, the achievments, the sadness, the happiness, times of being loved and unloved, of doing exactly what everyone said not to, of doing what others decided should be done, without any say. When all the decisions were mine my oldest friend stuck by me, no matter the outcome. My oldest friend ran with me, nope not your usual marathon, this running was away from me, no-one ever told me I was taking the problem I was running from with me, the problem was in me, was me, even my oldest friend didn't know.
My oldest friend was right there the whole time. Guarding me, standing by me. Was my oldest friend really guiding me through all that strife? Someone was. My oldest friend made sure I found my way home, didn't fall over too many times after too many glasses of happiness. I wonder was it my oldest friend who kept my commonsense and intuition tuned in then heaved and shoved me up the corporate ladder. Was it the hand of my oldest friend I'm sure I felt in the small of my back pushing me through the doors of opportunity, whispering in my ear what to say and what not to say during business hours, who then let me off the leash once the sun went down?
My oldest friend is still here, will be by my side on this wonderful journey till I clock off. My oldest friend has my eternal gratitude for persisting, for recognising my potential, for steering the wobbly boot, for stopping my heart from breaking too much, for egging me on when I thought it wasn't worth it, for growing up when I grew up.
Now we're swanning toward the twilight zone, we're eclectic and eccentric, neither heartbroken, blaming or jealous nor wanting more than what is now ... don't you wish my oldest friend was yours?
Becca asks the above questions for this weeks Write on Wednesday ... here it is Friday, my creative mind's been flitting round all over the place. My creative mind isn't compartmentalised ... it's always on ... always planning, always creating ... only off when sleeping ... well sometimes!
The only drain of my energy from my "writing mind" is another project ... therefore I don't consider I need to jump start. Instead I need to have a chat to someone about giving me a few extra hours in the day ... this one is too darn short.
If my creative battery dies well I proclaim you'll all be very tipsy or drunk (you know who you are) at the very large wake that'll be happening when I go to the big creating heaven in the sky.
I've not been dormant this week, there's plenty happening, stuff - even real life often get's in the way of writing. That doesn't mean it's not happening in my head, in my notebook, whilst pounding this keyboard, cleaning those antique buttons, cutting out the next handbags to create, challenging Miss Blossom to befriend her cousin Tallulah Belle who's coming to stay next weekend, organising workshops, ducking into the library, expanding my attached to this chair girth whilst trawling the net ... or could it be ... while I'm attending a doctors appointment, the physiotherapist, the psychologist, the pharmacy, the supermarket, garage sales and op shoppes ... which poses the question am I a writer or a dabbler ... I'm here aren't I?
Tuesday, 8 July 2008
If you were reincarnated as some other plant or animal, what would it be? A black widow spider.
If you owned your own restaurant, what would you call it? If you ever have that dream seek psychiatric assistance! It's hard work, long hours and destroys your soul worrying about bums on seats ... the majority of diners are a$$holes and impossible to please ... been there, done that, successfully, never to be done again in this lifetime ... no that's not the name, that's the facts!
Sunday, 6 July 2008
1. Notificaiton :: told
2. Cheat :: detest
3. Top Ten :: sez who?
4. Draft :: conscription
5. Unbelievable :: why?
6. Cheap :: thrills
7. Spontaneous :: dangerous
8. Harass :: harangue
9. Lipstick :: collar
10. Transpire :: happened
Read other mutterings here
Saturday, 5 July 2008
Even in the face of a trauma for me it makes no sense to dwell on the negative, to look to blame, what's done is done and who suffers by going on about it? Life is too precious. What happens happens. Of course everything in life isn't going to be peaches and cream. Whether good or not so good it's better to learn from the experience, the catastrophe, the encounter? From a bad situation make the necessary changes to not repeat what might have caused that particular drama ... and get on with life!
Wonderful things happen to me every day. Recently on a new writers site I wrote I was enthused about getting back to writing and contemplated beginning another writing dedicated blog. I took a break, trawled round the net, found a site where a free blog template competition was offered, I entered, I won. I put it out there. My problem with the original blog description was solved, my motivation was given a new spark, it wasn't a chance encounter it was meant to be.
It's happened not facing this screen too. We've lived across the road from each other for yonks, we're so alike it's scarey, we're like two peas in a pod, totally independent, totally content with our lots, we don't suffer fools, our cats are our darlings, we're both writers, collectors, scroungers, cynics, with no excess baggage, not looking for a new friend ... but kindred spirits have collided ... not by a chance encounter ... it's synchonicity it's meant to be! I'm blessed.
A total of ten Aussies are competing with two Cadel Evans (pictured) and Robbie McEwan, who named his son Ewan McEwan, don't you love that (will the boy) ... headline a Belgium team ... we can still cheer Aussie, Aussie, Aussie Oi, Oi, Oi,.
Cadel Evans rode to second place, only 23 seconds behind the winner, last year and is tipped to win this year 2008, the media pressure must be immense for him.
Read the complete list of teams and riders here.
I'm off to follow le Tour via SBS live coverage for the next three weeks at 10pm ... to marvel at the stamina of the cyclists, the gorgeous countryside and the enthusiasm of the spectators ... and right now to hear the occasional bagpiper of Brittany playing by the roadside. le Tour is in Brittany for three days ... oh to be there ... more late nights ahead ... vive le Tour.
Thursday, 3 July 2008
How about you? Are you ever assailed with self doubt about your writing ability, or about the reasons for writing at all? Do you “follow yourself around nagging and suggesting and complaining”? What are some of the negative things your Editor tells you? What could your Editor say to be more encouraging? How do you encourage yourself to keep practicing the craft of writing?
OK silly me took this the wrong way. I assumed Becca was referring to people who had the services of a real, living, Editor ... I took it as bringing an exclusivity to WoW ... what a twat I was.
Of course Becca was referring to the editor inside, the one that tortures us, questions meaning, motive, point of view, grammar and intent ... amongst a zillion other off putting queries ... got it!
My editor wrangles with me over everything I pound out. My editor is fair, doesn't berate me, makes me see my errors. You see I'm blessed! Seriously ... someone watches over me, guiding me, reminding me and disuading me from going too far, being too emotional, not being objective and most of all being too wordy.
Anyone who's not been assailed with self doubt is having a lend of themself. Reasons for writing would surely be different, personal and unique. Nagging, suggesting and complaining don't apply around here, similarly negativity isn't permitted.
My editor is encouraging, it's me that's the hard task master, I'm forever being told "stop being so hard on yourself" ... I'm renowned for being my own worst enemy. Committment is my encourager. If I say I'm going to do it then I follow through ... unless I get hit by a car!
Writing for me is cathartic, writing get's the crap out of my head and makes room for more thoughts, ideas and projects to incubate. Writing isn't a chore it's a love. My downfall is I have the motivation but lack the intention, that's why groups like this and / or set projects and / or deadlines are perfect.
Give me a deadline, a dare, a task and I'll follow through ... of course I'll be burning the midnight oil, slogging away at the eleventh hour. Thankfully my editor hasn't realised that if I'm left to my own devices I'll meander along the twelve lane highway in my head then all and more get started but nothing gets finished. Let's keep this our secret ... lets allow the frustrated procrastinator to reign for a while longer ... OK?