The day started with a leisurely walk on Trinity Beach, a bath for Zeus and breakfast by the pool. That was all too much for Zeus who then needed a pensioners nap… GW sent up a protective mantle of sandalwood smoke to ward off the mozzies – particularly those with the stripy footie socks who Continue reading
Tag: Burning Lies
Essential supplies!
Hi everyone, it’s me, Zeus. They’ve left me home alone so I thought I’d jump on the computer and take the opportunity to wish you all the very best for the coming year. It’s all a bit frantic in the house at the moment – visitors, cooking, cleaning, more visitors, going visiting, extra cooking, wrapping, Continue reading
What’s it to you?
What do you love most about this time of year? Is it the nightly thunderstorms that start as tiny buildups in the west and end as growling monsters, with the Norse god, Thor, throwing lightening bolts around the skies? Perhaps it’s the frenetic shopping? With my poorly developed shopping gene I can’t say I get Continue reading
Happy Birthday, Zeus!
Twelve years ago a tiny little bundle of wrinkly fur and wide brown eyes stole our hearts. GW can still be found with a slightly more robust Zeus sleeping in the crook of his arm. Zeus has never outgrown his love of a comfy bed… And, of course, my writing courses would be poorer without Continue reading
What next?
How embarrassing… You’d think there’d be some respect shown to an old dog, but oh no, not in this family. It may be true that I’m a little anxious at the moment and I have been licking my leg a little obsessively (but they say cleanliness is next to godliness…) There may in fact be Continue reading
Babinda magic
The heat shimmers on the road as I drive south. The sugar cane in the fields is all newly planted and the stacks at the sugar mills stand silent guard over their domains. The sky’s turned pale blue as though the light is too bright for it. Summer has arrived. In North Queensland the razorback Continue reading
Coming or going…
It’s been a strange old week, starting with some highs, working its way through some deep lows, and ending somewhere in between. On Monday I submitted the completed structural edit for Half Moon Bay after a frantic couple of weeks, including house-guests, solar eclipses, and a hectic flying schedule. I’m happy with the extra depth Continue reading
Bees knees
It was time to extract honey again on the weekend and Jack and I had a little help. One of my colleagues has just purchased a hive so he was keen to check out how we rob ours. Cam brought his young daughter, Holly, along for the morning. It brought back some very strong memories Continue reading
Salty old life
I may have a little seawater in my veins… My dad was a marine engineer who worked on oil tankers and spent large stretches of time away from home. As a six year old I can remember Mum piling the three of us into the backseat of the old Holden station wagon and driving down Continue reading
Sealed with a kiss
The first thing I noticed at the welcoming cocktail party for GenreCon was the bass note to the buzzing conversation. The second thing was how many familiar faces were there from fellow writers to readers to publishing industry professionals. I’m a regular attendee at RWA conference and those romance writers know how to party, but Continue reading