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Not Random, But Eclectic

I write about lots of different things, in a variety of styles, or genre(s). It would be possible to call my method random, but I prefer the word Eclectic, and who wouldn’t – random sounds like the person has no real idea of what they’re doing, while Eclectic sounds much fancier and well considered perhaps, and therefore better.

If you don’t know what Eclectic means, you can probably figure it out based on the paragraph I wrote first. And if you’re still not sure, hey, Google it – Boom Tish! That was a cultural reference for readers who follow Australian politics closely, even obsessively.

Back to me again now. I have a variety of published books, different genres, and quite different subject matter. First up, I have a children’s school reader, then I have some books about an imaginary dog named Buster (three books, with another sort of on the way). I have some non fiction books, I have poetry collections.

And I have to say all of my books were a joy to bring out into the world! That first book, the school reader has been the one that has brought me the most money, yet it is the one I feel the least involved with. The publishing process was very ‘hands off’, and so I feel less like it was all my work, but I’ll happily accept the Educational Lending Rights that arrive in my bank account every year!

And while that school reader, “My Dog” is the title, earns me the most money, I don’t love it, not the way I love say “Dog Buddha’s Thoughts” which is my third book with Buster the Dog. I loved writing that one, it felt like I was exploring a new religion, and taking on board the basic beliefs there, as I was, I suppose, as I was thinking in the book about how dogs may do religion … A fun and thoughtful time, that was!

And the book I wrote about my Chronic Illness, that was an interesting process. I’d gained a grant to pay for a mentor to assist me to write a book in verse, a memoir, all about what I was learning about living with Multiple Sclerosis. My mentor was Ray Tyndale and I was meeting up with her regularly, in a suburb some way from where I lived, but it was a fun and interesting time, sharing what I’d written with Ray, and getting help with what I’d done, and tips on making it better. The title of that book is “Mick Jane And Me – Living Well With MS”.

My most recent book is “Leonard Cohen Is Dead”, a poetry collection published by a local publisher, Ginninderra Press. They also have published an earlier poetry collection, as well as a chapbook. If I eventually put together another chapbook, as I’m considering at the moment, I will submit it to Ginninderra again, I like them, and they’ve been good for me.

The chapbook idea is a fun one, write up to 25 poems perhaps on a particular theme, submit it, and if accepted, you’ll have a small book you can fit in your pocket, to carry with you and share with others! And if they like your book, it will only cost them $5 to buy themselves a copy!

That new chapbook I’m thinking about, well I suspect I’ll have to give myself a deadline, if I want to see it finished … I have perhaps half as many poems written as I’ll need, and until I get more relevant poems written, that are acceptable to me, well until then, there’s nothing to send anywhere! The theme for this one is our pond, and thoughts I’ve had or will have, that relate to the pond, in its various seasons and manifestations.

I’m also the Editor of the monthly newsletter for my local town, Mallala, the “Mallala Crossroad Chronicle”. I source pieces to go into it, write some of it too, and I gather it all together every month and have it printed, then I distribute the copies in Mallala, to particular places. It’s also available online, on the Facebook page of the same name “Mallala Crossroad Chronicle”.

I enjoy putting this together, and have been pleased to be accepting pieces from some of the members of my writing book, so it means I have a page of writing from them, that I on’t have to write, a bonus for both them, and me as well! And for the readers too, because these writers bring their own ideas into what they write for the “Chronicle”.

I’ve also just begun writing for an online writing site, Medium, and while I’m enjoying writing there immensely, it is interfering with my other writing, or is that adding to it? Who knows, it’s fun, coming up with new articles, then writing and posting them on the site, while hoping there may be at least a small amount of interest shown in what I wrote. I’ve been writing for Medium for a bit over a year, and while I’ve made some money there, it’s only a tiny amount, not enough to buy a house with!

But I like writing, and will go on writing for Medium a bit longer, I would think. It may be that you might be interested in giving this a go as well, and if you do, please use this link, because then I’ll earn money when you do too!

So, as you can see, I have an eclectic collection of books and options of ways to get my words out into the world, and I am enjoying this writing life so much! This is what I want to go on doing for the rest of my life! And if I do, who knows, I might manage to finish the novel I’m also writing, a Cosy Murder Mystery, set in a town very much like Mallala, named Talloola!

Cheers, readers, please drop me a comment, if you’d like to know more!

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Writing Ideas For Those Who Need Them …

Sometimes we may get a notion inside our head that we’re not good enough, that others are better than we are, and that our life is a waste – if this is the case for you, make lists, such as these:
Reasons why I am a worthwhile person
Accomplishments I’ve made in my life
My favourite beautiful things in life
Things I am grateful for

Writing these things down can lead to other thoughts and ideas about our lives, perhaps delving back into our earlier years, and with a little thinking about things, we might learn to finally forgive people (ourselves or others), for things that have happened. There are many reasons why people do, or don’t, do things, and many times, there isn’t really a reason as such, it was just a bad thing being done, or said, and the offender not realising the hurt they’d caused.

Many people never reconsider things, because they’re too bound up in the things in their own lives to think further about reactions caused by their doings, because there’s something else they have to do, or at least, they think they have to do. At such times, there won’t be time for anything beyond doing, doing, doing, no time for reflection.

As I’m aging, I’m finding more and more interest in my own doings, and thoughts, and while I don’t call myself a learned person, not it a formal education way, I do feel my thoughts are becoming wiser as I’ve matured. I’m currently middle-aged, and remembering things, forgiving myself, wondering but not blaming …

If I were to follow the ‘Writing Ideas For Those Who Need Them’, I would come up with quite long lists, because I’ve been concentrating more on such things. If you feel you only have a few things to write down on those lists, then it is definitely time for you to think further about your life, and find more things. There are always things to be grateful for, if you think about it – the sun coming up and lighting your day, nice food eaten, a cup of coffee (or tea) in the morning to begin the day, The glorious night sky on a clear evening, rainbows, and in Australia there are the gorgeous birds to be seen, even in the cities and suburbs!

And there is always someone who cares about you, at least a bit, even though you may not realise it. Some such people care because that’s their job to care, some are your relatives and they care about family even if you don’t know it. And the people you see as you go about your daily life, some of them may have good memories of times with you.

When things go well, the memory of it doesn’t always hold the attention, but the bad things almost always to – thinking about our life can help to remind us of the good times. For instance, I am right now remembering the time my year 8 High School teacher praising something I wrote at school, and while I don’t remember the exact details, the warm and fuzzy feeling of pride is still there, and I’m feeling it again!

And my beautiful things list, will always have tall trees and flowers there, but other people may have other beautiful things – a person, perhaps, or the memory of a sporting moment when everything went well. Other beautiful things for people could be animals, and I would include birds for sure, I love watching the birds around where I life.

And as the President of a successful writing group, I certainly would declare I am proud of that! And my books I’ve written, poems that hit the mark for me and for others, I’m proud of myself for that as well.

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If you’re feeling a bit flat in life, these things may help to lift you, at least I hope so. If you can’t think of anything for these lists, please consider seeking help, there are so many good things in life to remember, experience, and look forward to, for each and all of us. Life is a Good Thing To Live!

That photo above, one of my own, or one of the lovely eucalyptus trees at our place, isn’t it gorgeous? Yes it definitely is, elegant and shady, home to a great many creatures, Beautiful!

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Good At Writing Poetry, Rubbish At Other Things …

Being good at writing poetry is something I can proudly claim for myself, so I do. Being able to write both rhyming and non rhyming poems, that other people have enjoyed reading, or hearing me read is a fine talent to have, in my opinion.

My abilities at keeping track on what I’m supposed to do regarding monies that come in, because of my writing, in keeping with what the government would want me to do about it – I’m absolute rubbish at that. It seems to my mind, that I make next to nothing really, from my writing, and if you balance out my earnings over a year, the figures are tiny, and not worth mentioning.

I’m not sure ‘they’ would agree with me, and to be honest, putting these words down her feel a bit dangerous – what if ‘they’ are keeping track on what I write here? I actually doubt many people actually read what I write on my blogs, apart from just a few people, and they’re not the ‘them’ I need to worry about, regarding my income.

Having this disability Support Payment is a welcome thing for sure, there is no doubt about that, but the rules are difficult to follow, often, and getting things wrong can be scary! I’m hoping things may change, with this change in government we have in Australia now, but who knows? I suppose time will tell …

I did vote for the winners for the recent Federal election for a change, so I was good at picking the winner there! If only I could do the same thing picking the winners at the harness racing! Haha, the winners there are the people who don’t gamble! And that’s me, so Yay to me for that one!

What else am I good at? Listening, I’m good at that, listening, to others talking, but also talking in an engaging and friendly way, that brings other people into my talk, so they don’t feel excluded. This is a good talent, because some people are happy to just listen, it’s more restful not having to come up with things the others with them will like to hear …

And of course, chatting with a range of people, and enticing them to talk can lead to some fascinating insights in life, that I may never have realised if I hadn’t begun the conversation …

So creative writing, and useful conversation, tick, tick, is that enough? Yeah, it is, and family and friends I love, and who love me. Trees, birds, beautiful skies to gaze up at, Life, yeah I’m good at enjoying life, for sure.

I love living in the country, and seeing sights like this, when I go somewhere!

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Creative People Have Ideas, This Is One of Mine – A New Competition!

So this creative idea of mine, it was prompted by my wandering around the Internet, with little idea of why I was doing it, or what I was going to find.

I saw something, which prompted thoughts about writing some kind of short fiction, which them morphed into a bigger idea, the one I’m going to take further below. There may be a monetary prize, for something written and submitted, so keep reading!

The thing that was the main catalyst for this idea, was a website, http://fiftywordstories.com/ which led me to thinking about the possibility of doing something similar, possibly without a cash prize, but who knows it may happen, I’ll decide on that part later …

Anyway, what I’m deciding, (thinking as I type here), is that I will ask, in fact I am asking, for some kind of creative writing, using the image above, and a random number hmm, lets see, 28.

So further to that, I want a piece of creative writing that is twenty-eight words onlynot more or less, but exactly 28, not including the title. And don’t get clever with the title, by making it a long one, the title must be of 5 words or fewer. It can be poetry or prose.

Feel free to take that image any place, pick one thing and use your imagination, or write about all of it. Or anything in between those things. I will do the same, and post my own prompts, two of them, one poetry, one prose.

What I would like to receive, as a comment below, is your response, one only of either poetry or prose, in only 28 words, (title not included, but limited to 5 words of fewer).

The Chase!
Race day today,
best day of all!
Leash on, muzzle on
into car
on our way.
The track,
the others,
all muzzled,
into our boxes
wait,
and ………
GO!

I don’t know this aspect of Greyhounds, but I can imagine, and I have experience of Harness Racing with horses, as the daughter of a horse trainer when I was young.




Oh Jennifer, My Trainer
She haunts my dreams, remembering what could been, if only. Injury-related retirement earlier than wanted …
We both cried, but for different reasons – pets don’t race, or need testicles …


This little prose piece (flash fiction) is related in a fictionalised version of the life of the Greyhound in the photo, our Greyhound Lenny. I’ve imagined Lenny with a female trainer, rather his actual one, and obviously thought my way into his head (or tried to!), which could be nothing like the truth. And Lenny’s racing life wasn’t cut short by injury, the idea just suited my purpose

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So I’ve used the dog in the photograph as my writing prompt, but could easily have written about anything in there, the toys, the bed, the room. I could have written about what the dog was dreaming about, other things than I actually did, or I could have written about the various toys, one or all of them, the shark could be musing about the indignity of being used as a mere pillow for a dog, for instance!

The possibilities are only limited by your imagination! So think about it, and when you have your very best, send it in. I’m accepting only one piece either of poetry, or of prose, based on that image of Lenny lying down with his toys around (or under) him. On the 28th of this month, I will choose the best piece of poetry, and best of prose, and the winners of each will receive $28 Australian dollars.

I don’t want to see any pieces too similar to mine, in the content used – take it somewhere else entirely, surprise me!




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New Book Launched, Now For The Next Steps!


OK, so yesterday, as part of the monthly Gawler Poets at the Pub event, my new poetry collection, “Leonard Cohen Is Dead” was launched, in the presence of a keen group of friends and fellow poets! I sold some copies of this book, and probably made enough money to have paid for the cost of buying them from the publisher, Ginninderra Press, at the author rate.

I enjoyed the day, from the excellent workshop held (more about that later), to the lunch, and the book launch – not too long, not too short, but just right!, and then the poetry reading to follow, with me as the guest poet! How exciting!

Reading of the poem that this collection is named for went extremely well, and I could feel the strength and passion in my voice as I read the poem to those present. This poem is an excellent one, that shows how I feel about this great man, Leonard Cohen, sadly no longer with us.

Passion and poetry go together well, and the reading of a poem with no connection or care is a pallid version of the words, and should never be done, in my opinion. If you couldn’t care less about what you are reading out to others, why bother even reading it? Whether you like the words or not, the listener should be able to understand your feelings about it, by your presentation!

Anyway, back to that workshop … The “(Developing) A Sense of Place” workshop was attended by a keen group, and we all wrote notes, and then put together our words in poetic form. I certainly got right into this subject, and I feel got to what the presenter, Alex Robertson, was working to convey to those present.

In the end, I actually wrote three new poems during the day, such was the ‘creativity’ I was feeling there!
These are my brand new poems, three different styles, all inspired by the doings of a lovely day in a lovely hotel, in a lovely town. I love Gawler, and the Prince Albert Hotel, and I love my writing group members and others who are involved too!

Go Gawler!

Bordered on western side,
where two rivers join, then flow seaward
as Gawler’s built heritage merges
with new shopping centres
on three sides, with train line
connecting country cousin’s dormitory
of a laid back existence
compared to Adelaide’s brash
rush and hurry city-style.
Which identity wins, when
train line connects the two again,
in the confluence of commuter’s
different lives – home, to work
and back again, I wonder …


Those two rivers flow
Near where I play with words, then
join, & rush to sea.


(A five word challenge)
Gazing over plain’s horizons
Envious perhaps of hills’ cool,
And greener haunts,
But truth is, as a passenger
On this Earth,
These flatter places, where
Galahs swoop and squawk
Are my kind of place …
My three poems written on the day

This was an excellent day’s entertainment, for those who love words, writing, especially writing poetry! With the five word challenge, five words are chosen at random from the Guest Poets writing, then those present are involved to write something creative, using those five words, or versions of those words. They have ten minutes to write, then one by one, each has their chance to read their new piece of creative writing to others present. Then the winner is chosen by the Guest Poet, and the winner is given a bottle of wine, kindly donated by the lovely people at the Prince Albert Hotel!

So this event happens every month, and the good thing is, the guest presenter/poet is paid for the gig. It’s not a lot of money, but it’s an easy and stress-free gig, to a large extent, and is a great way to go for a newbie on this scene, with more of a being with friends feel to the whole thing. But we are all getting better and better at doing this, and so really, anyone there, may be the one who most attracts the attention of the guest, and wine that bottle of booze!

For the final part of the day, the Poetry Reading, poets are give a few minutes to read their own words, whether brought with them, or written in the workshop section earlier. And gosh, the quality of the words read just keeps on getting better and better! Because there is such a friendly ‘country’ feel to the day, most people enjoy themselves, and we hope will continue to join us.

This event was actually begun 27 years ago by the poet, Martin Johnson, who was in fact the person who launched my book for me. And not long after this event had begun, I first met Martin for my first ever public poetry reading, so it all felt perfect for me yesterday, like a joining up the ends to make a circle of my poetry life!

Poetry brings me joy in so many ways!