It’s the Wine.

Good morning beautiful WordPress community

In NSW Australia we have been in lockdown since June. I’ve been fortunate to be working from home during that time. I lost my 2 hour commute which is my writing time. I hadn’t worried about it stupidly thinking I’d be back in the office in a few weeks. It’s September, so I need to keep going with this small piece of joy.

Maybe some can relate to the below? I’ve been living in yoga pants, t-shirts, hoodie and slippers since June. I never want to wear pants with a zips again, let alone a dress.

Hope it gives you a little giggle.

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Morning everyone! I’m finding I turn more inwards and am daydreaming longer than before. Below could be that start of another book. Fingers crossed the muse likes it. Wherever you are, have a glorious day.

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Sour grapes

Good morning! I hope it’s wonderful – well better then Vanessa is doing in the below bit of fiction.

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A bit of flash fiction for our morning. Do you ever sit in a conversation and just wonder if everyone else is hearing the same thing as you are? Yeah? Me too.

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I’m Back.

Hey WordPress. It’s been a while.

Over a year – I think – give or take. It was never my intention to stay away this long. Things got on top of me, and I became overwhelmed. COVID changed how we lived overnight, and like many of you I had to switch gears and learn how to carry on in the new normal.

In Australia we have been incredibly lucky. Our lives at the moment are almost back to normal. I can travel into the office, the kids are back at school and I feel like I have a handle on what’s required of me. I was also incredibly grateful to remain employed and work from home. It’s more then other people have. Most importantly we have been healthy.

I didn’t stop writing, and in the back of my mind I kept thinking that I have to get back here, for some semblance of normality. Do what I did before. So here I am.

I missed you.


As the inky blue pressed into the dark sky, slowly erasing the night, the stars disappearing as the sun peeled over the horizon. I breathed in the new day, the wet grass, the stinging cold, and closed my eyes to hear the distant call of a kookaburra. The hot ginger tea, warming my fingers, pressing against my palm and radiating delicious heat into my blood.

I understood the truth. That no matter how much I screamed and wailed against the universe. How much I dug my fingers into the dirt and prayed to any deity that would listen, that I wanted to stay here forever. But change is inevitable, I must embrace it or perish.

Photo by spurekar via Flickr, licensed under Creative Commons

High Heels and Laces

A small piece of fiction for your Wednesday morning. I wish Brad wasn’t playing right into my stereotype. Enjoy!

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The Coffee Man

Everyone has a bad day sometimes. Enjoy

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Happy New Year! I’m back! In December and January I took some time out to be with my family and just enjoy them. Without guilt of not writing, and without worrying that I would lose this voice. The below post is a reflection of my thinking lately.

That despite what I think about where I’m headed, I can shape this piece of clay and mould my own way.

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That time of year.

Wow! It’s been a while between posts. I’m at the end of a 6 month novel program and have been loving every minute of it! My poor blog has taken a backseat. A little something I wrote while waiting 45 minutes for a package at the post office. I was in a not very Chrismassy mood….

If you celebrate it – then Merry Christmas! If not, then Happy Holidays.

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Her eyes ached

Her heart throbbed

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