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:
Tag Archives: Christmas
Ignoring the issues by sitting on the internet
My love for Annie Lennox is undiminished by time. My first real idol. Or perhaps second after Suzie Quatro. I’ve never bought a Christmas album before though the mister was once given the Mariah Carey one in his work’s Secret … 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
One year down, one to go
I took the lads back to Berri (the mister’s home turf) via Adelaide for Christmas while the mister stayed here Abu Dhabi. Landing in Australia, putting credit back on my Australian SIM card, I felt the relief that you feel … Continue reading
Posted in Adelaide (far) from Adelaide, being, Dispatches
Tagged Christmas, family, friends, grief, life goes on
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hedging
The letter began: Forgive me for every time I said ‘I don’t believe’.
Tagged Christmas
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Happy New Year
So the week before Christmas, there was a party with absent friends, and it made us sad and we all had private tears, but it helped us remember that spirits live on: check out those sexy feet: There was a … Continue reading
Stretching the friendship
‘Bit more mass than Christ, isn’t it?’ I said to the woman standing next to me in the line. But I had mis-judged the chemistry between us.
Up and down
Yesterday, I bought new bathers. My first new pair in 13 years if you don’t count that rather disastrous effort from last year. Which I don’t. These bathers make me look like CatWoman. A suitably matured and rounded out CatWoman. … Continue reading
End of year picnic
Whereas: Christmas has become an over-commercialised construct which places undue economic and social pressures on people who could really do without it; And fully recognising that: Father Christmas has been totally appropriated for aforesaid commercialisation; And not withstanding: That children … Continue reading
One. More. Sleep.
Just got my Christmas cards and two small presents in the post. So they’ll be late. Though I did get a few cards out earlier last week. Dropped off a little gift to friend. Went to the supermarket, forgot my … Continue reading
Drenched in December
I would love to be writing more, as I have much to say, but I am drenched in December, so here is a dot point update (more for my benefit than yours): school concerts are teh bombe. If you see … Continue reading
