Another day, another rejection. These are the days it never rains but it pours. There are a few journals I would like to be published in within Australia and yet again it's another one gone. There was a time yet another rejection in such a dire point in my life would have floored me. But I'm clear-eyed, … Continue reading Any way the wind blows
Random Short Thoughts
Rewatch: The Fifth Element
I rewatched Luc Besson's The Fifth Element from 1997. For no reason. Here are some of my thoughts. Ah, hahahaha. Totally forgotten Luke Perry's cameo as the inattentive sketch artist in Egypt. The Platonic idea of Luke Perry over-rides whatever his character is called. Had to look it up: Billy. Could've been anything. Casting includes … Continue reading Rewatch: The Fifth Element
Making it real
It's not unusual for me to have ideas bubbling away and then dismiss them out of hand even before a plan or action can take place to make them concrete. But occasionally I do more than talk. For instance, I established my Medium account for my short stories and essays. But I've had this idea … Continue reading Making it real
Tho’ much is taken, much abides
There's little profit for idle writers, By still'd in boxes amongst much barren tabs, Match'd with wage strife, yet getting not the dole Meted through unequal laws of preoccupied politicians, Who hoard, and sleep, and debate, and know not us... Such as we cannot rest from the will to think plots and words and resumes: … Continue reading Tho’ much is taken, much abides
Nothing matters and it all does
When confronted by death I am full of useless impulses to be doing. I think. I attempt poetry. I weep. I don't want to eulogise. I look up rituals. I listen. I wait and cannot. I sleep, or try to. I wake, and try not to. I complete my usual household tasks. I watch grey clouds … Continue reading Nothing matters and it all does
Miss Molly: a kitten story
Earlier this year my household got a call. A kitten was in need. Of course she arrived, wide-eyed in her carrier. I named her Molly. She was suspicious of people, refused to eat, and shrank away from everything, terrified. She had been dumped in a bin with her siblings. Luckily, all were rescued but were … Continue reading Miss Molly: a kitten story
Of myths, coincidences and writing histories
I was thinking the other day about author Sara Douglass. She had one of the best creative writing Genesis myths I had ever heard regarding the provenance of her book BattleAxe (and the subsequent Axis series). I could retell this story, but it is her's and she wrote it down for us. The entire concept … Continue reading Of myths, coincidences and writing histories
Solstice
It's sunny in Melbourne. There is barely a cloud to cross this blue sky. It is chilly though, and the over-night dew lingers across shadowed surfaces. All too soon the sun will hide, and the long evening will bring on the damp air. It is the shortest day of the year and more usually it … Continue reading Solstice
Rereading’s good medicine
I confess to being the kind of reader who will stop and never return to a novel if it's not to my taste or standards. I couldn't even really begin Cloud Atlas. Apart from a missing page, I just didn't get it and it didn't draw me in. On the other hand, I did go … Continue reading Rereading’s good medicine
Really, spamalot
My site has been getting a deluge of spam lately. It has been picked up by the anti-spam tools, but looking over it, I think the quality has gone down. Gone are the days of half page incoherent word salad, or non-English sounding pleasantries. Now, it is likely to be a single word with poor … Continue reading Really, spamalot
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