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:
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The morning after the night before
I have woken today with a hangover of blerghs. Yesterday was the kind of day on which nothing specifically big or bad happened, but many of the little things that happened were symbols and symptoms of other, bigger things. Each … Continue reading
Big Toe disease
So I’d ruled out appendicitis (because I had felt nauseous, but there was no vomiting) which just left ectopic pregnancy and/or kidney infection. I know that the chances of pregnancy are currently at around zero percent, but my brain is … Continue reading
Undergraduate
I am sprinkling the word cognitive through this essay, as if I understand it, in the hope that soon I will.
Mirror
From youngest’s homework book. Spelling and sentences. Traffic. There was so much traffic today that I was stuck in it for two hours straight when I was so tired I almost started crying.
It will never again be 1983
Some days I want to go back to the times when Rumpole of the Bailey was unmissable. But then I remember that where we lived we couldn’t get 21 Jump Street. All those years I could’ve had Johnny Depp in … Continue reading
Not quiet right here right now
Do you know why they invented saxophones? To make violins sound quiet. Piano. Why didn’t either of them choose piano? You don’t have to find the notes on a piano.
On the subject of the (half) marathon…
the mister said, ‘I just don’t know if I can run 21 kilometres.’ And I said, ‘Is that how far it is?’ And he said, ‘Well, if a marathon is 42 kilometres, then a half marathon is 21.’ To which … Continue reading
We’ll come back to this topic I’m sure
Youngest put cello as his first choice, but got his second, violin. I thought, ‘Oh, dear, oh, no, mine ears will bleed, what pleasure will he find in violin, I give this two weeks tops.’ ‘Look,’ he said to me … Continue reading
Taking stock
It’s now been exactly one week since the lads and I flew back into Abu Dhabi. One week and one hour ago, we walked back into the house and the lads insisted that we rip their uniforms out of their … Continue reading
