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:
Category Archives: being
Not at all Buddhist
Dear ‘roach It’s not me, it’s you, and in addition, this probably won’t hurt me as much as it’s gonna hurt you. Yours &c TC
Pigeons
The moments between the bird’s entrance through the door and exit through the window were filled with drama and cake.
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Putting two and two together
So today youngest lad is wondering why santa claus brought him a box of coco pops* and a packet of chewing gum*, and brought the kid upstairs a dsi excel. Continue reading
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No, the emporer is not naked
On the subject of my iPad, the mister’s father asks, ‘So what is the difference between that and a laptop?’ The mister holds his breath again. ‘The iPad is cool and plus the laptop has a keyboard.’ The tension in … Continue reading
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View from a bridge
Youngest Lad has never been scared of making his feelings known . . he comes from a long line of activists . . and he rarely loses .
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Right, I'm off to the gym
You know all that stuff I said about escaping the pressures of December? Yeah, right. I would like to say that I tackled yesterday evening with grace and generosity; that I recognised we are both under a bit of pressure … Continue reading
More ponderous
Living in a Muslim country makes for a surprisingly awesome Christmas. The difficulties and complexities are stripped away, or at least easily ignored, and from this distance it’s very hard to insult anyone or be insulted by anyone in the … Continue reading
It's immature, but it's fun
Every now and then, just to mess with the mister’s mind, I iron his shirts. Never fails.
Things I think about while I'm sweeping
I’m not a fan of teeth. Functionally, sure, they’re a good piece of design, but aesthetically, they don’t do us, as a species, any favours. Also, their maintenance costs a fortune and causes pain.
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No wonder we have to sweep the floor so often
. I like having a ten-year-old in the house, because in the space of ten minutes the conversation can move from this: ‘Mum, I was just wondering, when you’re doing a story, do you like to use mostly declarative or … Continue reading
