name that book! (please?)

Yesterday I was cursing myself and calling myself all kinds of stupid for not writing down the ending. Today I found the slips of paper on which I'd written down the ending. I'd only gone and slipped them inside my on-the-go notebook, so I could work on the novel at any convenient time, hadn't I. […]

ground control to major tom…

It turns out that packing up all your belongings and, in the following days, unpacking them all right back where they came from, does not make for blogging (or bloggable) days. It does not make for particularly good writing days, either. I am a creature of habit and routine, and when my routine is askew […]

it leads you here, despite your destination…

Thank you, everyone, for your congratulations and your good wishes. It's been a long month, trying to keep the cat in the bag, and it's an immense relief to be able to speak about it. My daily writing has even picked up — I passed the 1,000 word mark with ease this evening, something which […]

five three things make a post

I have had "Space Oddity" running through my head for days and days and days on end… Over the past couple of days, I've been able to muck around drawing maps and (this is the ultra-cool part) call it "work". Writing. Best job evah. Apart from the constant neuroses, that is. I am sitting at […]

there's a purr of a pigeon to break the still of day

Another storm, another blackout. I swear, I must live connected to the worst exchange of the worst substation in town. For srs. Other places have trees and possums and yet manage to go entire years without blackouts. Me? If I don't lose power once a month, I may start to believe the whole of Australia […]

i suppose i could call it an interesting day

After yet another storm last night which knocked the clocks out halfway through the night, there was a very real danger (of which, being asleep, I was blissfully unaware) that I would not in fact stumble out of bed in time to get to work. Thanks to my neighbour's distinctly glorious (and singularly extensive) bout […]

sshh, don't tell anyone…

<_< >_> I took another day off. Oh, the depravity! The delicious pleasure of reading someone else's words, instead of endlessly poring over my own! It is, in fact, dizzyingly good.

'tis the season…

…to be absent from the blog. Sorry about that. I've had my head buried in fixing the plot, and that always leaves me silent. I have finished the read-through and, as I suspected, I left out half the story. (Okay, maybe not half, as such. I do like to exaggerate.) Inserting the missing half while […]

one, two, three and I'm safe

Bitch Ask, and ye shall receive. The clouds haven't cleared, but it's stopped raining. Briefly, anyway. The cicadas are taking advantage of the break to shriek at each other throughout the valley, and the bloodsuckers are having a field day. I am most definitely not stepping foot out of doors without shoes, because all this […]

writers neuroses, eleventy-bajillion and one:

When your advance cheque arrives, you do not cash it immediately — in case your publisher contacts you with the news that it's all been a dreadful mistake, and the cheque's been cancelled. After some small eternity, you muster the courage to deposit the cheque — but you open a separate account and dare not […]