The story so far
I'm from Adelaide, but I'm living in Abu Dhabi right now. One day, I saw a gold leaf four wheel drive. It made me cry.
My first novel, Black Dust Dancing, was published by Wakefield Press in March 2009. It looks like this:
Monthly Archives: October 2011
I’m really nervous about exams
If you are my facebook friend, you already know that yesterday, I got another assignment back, this one with the comment, ‘Language use is to (sic) colloquial. Use the thesaurus to help.’ Now, look, that’s a simple typo such as … Continue reading
Sigh
You know that thing where you get an email and already your hackles are slightly raised just by the sight of their name in your inbox and *then* you read the email and you think, ‘WTF?’ and you try to … Continue reading
Le weekend
Last night, or I suppose technically this morning, the mister’s alarm went off at 3 something and he left for Dubai at 4 something so that he could catch a plane to Oman for a meeting at 9. In and … Continue reading
Post-school snack
Flicking through my photos I came across this one of eldest with an after-school banquet. This is not set up, this is seriously what the kid gets himself when he comes home from school. His breakfast is similar. Apart from … Continue reading
Grrr
It was a very Abu Dhabi day yesterday, filled with the frustrations and annoyances that life in Abu Dhabi sometimes brings. Nothing major, and nothing that wouldn’t happen at home only with an Abu Dhabi twist. The school we have … Continue reading
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Last night I did prepare a lovely bowl of Bircher muesli. Could that not be enough?
Do you spend much time or effort trying to keep your options open? I ask, because I’ve just realised that this has been my prevailing mindset over the last three years, and, reflecting on where I’ve found myself, I’m not … Continue reading
Street art in Adelaide
Possibly not of much interest to people who don’t know Adelaide, but I love this video by Peter Drew filmed out and about in my hometown.
Democracy
Our Tunisian neighbour has the ink on her finger that marks the first time she has cast her vote.
Thank goodness there are twelve months (or even twenty four) between them
You will never see a photograph of my children’s birthday parties on this blog. You will never see photographs of children joyously enjoying each others company in the midsts of an international football game; or of children standing in line … Continue reading
Reality television
People really need to stop citing Mad Men as if it is a documentary. It’s not quite as bad as when everyone believed Jed Bartlett really did have the code. But almost. It’s almost as bad as that. You can … Continue reading
