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
Today is brought to you by nurofen and caffeine
Right you kids. To get us from Monday to Thursday, from Adelaide to Abu Dhabi, here’s how it’s gonna be. What I say goes. I don’t negotiate. I don’t explain. I don’t answer questions. Welcome to the seventies. .. .. … Continue reading
Maybe it’s the pollen going to my head already
Okay, this is going to make me sound like a person I never knew I’d be, but I’m thinking of registering for the Ras al Kaimah half marathon. I just now sent the mister an email which said, ‘My love, … Continue reading
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Return
My old employer rang to ask whether I’d be interested in doing my old job for a couple of months. We conducted the conversation by text, because I was, at that moment, sitting in the cafe of the Imperial War Museum and it would have cost a fortune to conduct the conversation by phone… Continue reading
mid february
The mister told me that from time to time he looks at me
and knows
that I would rather be
anywhere but here.
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We make our own fun
Did I tell you that these days the mister gets a text from the bank whenever I withdraw money or use my credit card? On account of, you know, it’s not my bank account. If the mister were to sign a No Objection Certificate I could get my own bank account… 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.
Undetermined self
The twenty year-old me is yelling through the years, ‘I would never live in a time or place where official forms said Profession: House Wife.’ And the forty year-old me is whispering back, ‘If you’re so awesome, why are your … Continue reading
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Although the washing doesn't do itself, you know
From from my window My new apartment is light, its ceilings are tall and it is painted not-quite-white. The floors are polished tiles, smooth under foot, and turning us into a family who leaves their shoes at the door. I … Continue reading
Nostalgia
Remember – and it really wasn’t so long ago – when bananas were in short supply, and more expensive than gold and they never went black in your bowl?
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