Remember* in my last post how I was feeling all gloomy about how I didn't do any writing and it feels as if I'm just pretending, etc, etc?

I HAVE MOTIVATION! And I realised what the problem was: I was trying to write someone else's story. Or, more accurately, I was trying to write my story in someone else's voice. And I hated that voice ( Read more... )

I was writing a whole lot of stuff lately about how I feel as if I should be taking writing more seriously. Other people take it so seriously and I don't, but then, they also seem to be doing a lot more writing than I do. Which I guess is a product of taking it more seriously. Heh ( Read more... )

den 20.? Februar 1943.

Liebe Traute,

es gibt nicht viel Zeit...

there is not much time. I am exhausted, physically and emotionally spent, and I want so much to sleep, but there was the opportunity to write to somebody, and I am afraid if I don't take this chance, there may not be another ( Read more... )

Every Yin has its Yang.


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I smelled him before I felt his breath behind my ear.  Beer and some kind of aftershave.

'Hey, Tali.'
( There's a rude word. )

[This is an intersection for LJI Exhibit B: Week 1.  My intersection partner was the incredible witchdollie, whose entry is here. Entries can be read in either order.I can sense her vulnerability. She is like a painting which has been left in the rain, all the colours running together in a chaotic ensemble, nothing like the work the artist had in mind. Yet ( Read more... )

Behold sweeny_todd ! Here are some facts:

• 
  she is Australian
  
• 
  she is bespectacled
  
• 
  she is a sister
  
• 
  we have met! And had coffee and tea together! And would have made a whole day of it, but for the fact that I had to go and pick up my daughter from daycare with suspected concussion. Boo! (daughter was fine, in case you're wondering)
  
• 
  she is a wearer of wonderful shoes
  

Because life is never too crazy that it can't get a bit more crazy, right?

Love to all!

Last night, I woke every two hours. That would have made it one of my better nights, except I went to bed at 11, and got out again at 5. I then changed a nappy, made a cup of tea, made breakfast for one child and breastfed another, made breakfast for another child, changed another nappy, made breakfast for another child (last one) and two hours ( Read more... )

This was, I think, the first piece of advice about writing which was given to me when I was a child. What terrible advice to give to a child who likes to invent stories! I enjoyed writing about space travel and adventures in the vein of Swallows and Amazons or The Secret Seven. Write what I knew? I knew about farming and weekly piano lessons. Now ( Read more... )