I screwed this piece of paper up. Then I unscrewed it because it was such a colourful piece of story editing, and though I didn’t know it at the time, successful. From scribble and screwed up to looking lovely in print. This story, Turning the Corner was published in Unsettling Wonder late last year. I wrote this story … Continue reading
Don’t dare say I am disorganised. It will rile me. I am a juggler. A juggler of many fragile glass balls. Sometimes I have to put a couple down in order to cope with what is struggling in the air. To an outsider, this may appear disorganised. The truth is this a futile attempt to … Continue reading
The Pocket Bookclub does not have many rules. It is however customary for the month’s chooser of the book to bring supper. Of late these suppers have in part been inspired by the book. Some members have been quite imaginative and set a high bar. Notably, our civil war inspired supper when discussing Lincoln in … Continue reading
I do like an old handwritten recipe. I think baking something from an old handwritten recipe is to personally connect across time. Most people know that during WWI Anzac biscuits were baked in Australia and New Zealand and sent to men serving overseas. The ingredients were easy to come by, they were easy to cook, … Continue reading
Gladioli is the plural of gladiolus. Who knew? Gladdies were my first favourite flower. My earliest gardening memories are helping my grandmother plant out the bulbs (right way up). There are over 300 species of gladioli but oddly only one colour in my garden. A very pretty plain pink one we found growing in the … Continue reading
Life can be a piece of crap sometimes. Thank god we have fictional universes to divert our attention. Sometimes it is the little things. Here are three of my little highlights this month. One: Dolores in Westworld saying, “I imagined a world where I didn’t have to be the damsel.” (There are so many reasons to love … Continue reading
On Friday I said to my daughter, “Take all this nail polish, I will never in my whole entire life ever paint my nails again.” Sunday night I painted my nails. Over the next two days, I have picked at my nails and they look like old paint peeling walls. I am like an 8-year-old … Continue reading
