tequila in a top hat: welcoming summer
Some things that have made me smile recently…...
The fabulous Little Helen stayed with me this weekend, in a riot of cocktails, tattoos and stilettos. It was the first time we’d caught up since The States...
We get on like a horse on fire
Teacher, want you dinner with me?
Ah, thanks, but school policy advises us not to …..um….date our students. Maybe we could have a class excursion to a restaurant?
I not interested with class. I just want you…...you, and your phenomenon.
The torture of wonderful lines like that is that you splutter, and turn to raise your eyebrows at someone in mischievous solidarity – and …
with apologies to the cat
I just got some news that made me squeal – and I’m not a squealer. A growler, definitely, and sometimes even a hisser, when the mood is right….but this has knocked me sideways and made noises emanate from my mouth that I hadn’t actually heard before. Even the neighbour’s cat looked alarmed.
Last week I had a short story performed on Radio National, as described in my last journal. They hir…
candlesticks and alley cats
I had a rather surreal experience last night.
A short story of mine has been chosen to be performed on Radio National, and last night I was sent a copy of the recording. I sat with a glass of merlot and hammering heart, thinking, I hope I like what they’ve done with it. And with the first line, I was pi…
New York City
Hey darlin’, I’ve walked all over New York looking for you. It’s true – just ask my feet!
Guy in Times Square
I could live here. Just letting you know that from the beginning, so you understand the total exuberant joy that will be threaded through this journal.
MsTrace, LittleHelen and I jetted in a…
Los Angeles: the peanut moment
“Be quiet now for Daddy – my medicine is just starting to kick in.”
Overheard in Disneyland
During one late night phone call to LittleHelen, one of us casually mentioned “wouldn’t it be wonderful to fly over to the US and visit MsTrace?” And so we found ourselves on a 14 hour flight to the land of R…
speak
Phew.
Thank god I’ve done it.
The last two weeks have seen the Melbourne Emerging Writers’ Festival hit town, a riot of word worship that makes me shine. I look forward to this each year and throw myself into the workshops and speeches, loving the showbags and networking my little heart out.
Their annual Zine fair is glorious to me: the very first writing I submitted was to a punk wri…
many moons ago
Good things come in threes, right?
I’ve just realised that this is my third year in this wondrous world we call Red Bubble….so please indulge me while I reminisce, as befits a good Cancerian!
I found this second home through the newsletter of a writing group. They were advertising RB’s ‘Unleashed’ competition in April 2007 and I, just home from a stay overseas and determined to get ser…
the butterfly girl with the red canary
Canberra is wonderful. There, I said it.
It has a serious lack of streetlights, weirdly flamboyant birds, and only two martini bars…but it has the glorious Holly Ringland, and I couldn’t ask for more.
I flew up to spend the Easter weekend with this magnificent woman, after she’d flown down twice to stay with me in Melbourne...
I know
Sssshhh….don’t tell anyone. I should be working on my novel, but I’m delving into the delicious word games and writing exercises that are sprinkled throughout my stacks of books. I’ve already done I have ......now it’s time for “I know”.
What I know is…....
• My snakes will always hiss, even when I think they’re sle…