The man was tall and broad chested. At the end of his bulging arm he waved a piece of paper. “I’m an expert,” he shouted, “and you can’t write that. Your words make it worse. People need love not judgment.” He tore the paper into shreds and dropped it on the floor. ≡ The woman was… Read More
For a writer, aside from blogging, I haven’t been doing much writing lately. Now that my principle procrastination tool has been taken away from me (the internet), I’ve been forced to find something to do. Since the middle of last week, I’ve been writing a book. It isn’t fiction this time, but a non-fiction textbook… Read More
My childhood pastime of choice was ballet. I started lessons with Miss McAlpine at a studio above a Chinese Restaurant in New Plymouth when I was four years old. I always dreamed of being a ballerina, but my genetics had other ideas. When puberty arrived with wide hips and swelling breasts, it was obvious to everyone… Read More
My review of Sarah Selecky’s program – Story is a State of Mind – the writing course that got me out of a writing funk.
Your words slipping from my pen are wonderful Therefore my soul longs for them The entrance of your words gives light It brings understanding to the simple I opened my mouth and panted Longing for your inspiration Look upon me and be merciful to me As is your habit towards those who toil in your name Direct my steps And… Read More
It turns out I wasn’t after the applause, I was after the satisfaction of bringing what had only once been an idea, into life on the stage. I was an integral part of the creative process. Stage Management completely satisfied my urge to be near the bright lights and the magic.
To all women, here in the flesh or in spirit, I offer my gratitude. You are the mothers of the world who bring in to being new life, new thought, new beauty.
The explanations are too hard. The place is dark and uninviting and yet it draws me back to it again and again. Am I trying to justify what happened or to explain to myself why it did? It makes no sense even now. I regret being with him. It’s the one thing I truly regret.
