Damage – blurb

I’ve bitten the bullet and have decided to also serialise Damage here. As well as designing a cover* (thank you Canva!) before loading up the first installment, I was also forced to think about the story I was telling. What on earth is it about? What is it that I have to say? Why would anyone care?…

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Her: Prologue

My mother, so I’m led to believe, met my father on the rebound. Unfortunately, I am unable to replace this belief with certainty because my mother refuses to talk about that time, other than scatter a few crumbs of information in front of my sisters and I as if she were feeding the birds. I…

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Damage: a memoir

After a particular gruelling and disappointing Christmas Day (from an emotional fulfillment perspective), I have decided to attempt to write my memoir, not least because my own daughter needs a history lesson. This memoir may end up taking the form of a semi-autobiographical novel, mainly because some details may be hard to come by. And…

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The commitment

This post is a bit meta. It’s written from the point of view of a writer who has just completed a month long writing project, not unlike me and this year’s NaBloPoMo 😉 When I make a commitment, I generally like to be able to honour it. It’s a flaw in my character that I…

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Codebreaker

I have been learning Spanish off and on for about a year. This week, I had a second wind and made good progress. It’s starting to make a lot more sense! The words are more familiar. I can see patterns now, emerging in the grammar. It’s starting to make sense, becoming less bewildering. Every day,…

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Promises, promises

I’m still suffering from a virus, so today’s piece is short and sweet. It’s dedicated to all the temps out there who are promised the world, and shown an atlas. The news shocked her. It wasn’t what she was expecting. Last week, they liked her. Loved her, even… and now? Now she wasn’t so sure….

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Outbreak

I’ve been fighting off a virus since Monday. Today it got the better of me. I don’t know where it came from. Public transport, which I use regularly, is a Petrie dish, so that’s an option. A biological soup of all sorts of bacteria and viruses and fungi. Maybe I walked into someone’s cough or…

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A rarity

I had great difficulty organising a handyman to do some odd jobs for me recently. It took me four tries to find someone! The man who came out today was a gem. A rare man in these times Because he keeps his word. He appears in my driveway when he said he would, Early. Tardiness…

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Costco

Costco has opened its doors in little old Adelaide, and my daughter took me to experience it last night. A few people have asked me to write about it…! We drive through battered, tired suburbs to the city’s latest ode to the American mega-shopping experience. It both amuses and horrifies me that rejuvenation of these…

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This courage thing

A change of pace tonight. After watching an ABC program on abuse of the disabled, and the people who spoke out about it – with great risk to their own reputations and livelihood – I was struck by how courageous they were. I have attempted to capture my thoughts in a poem. What is this…

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