welcome to my online home.
So that’s me, about 10 years ago. That little guy I’m holding is now 12 years old and 5’11”. I obviously still look the same.
I’m an Australian independent author who recently moved from Melbourne to California with my husband and three children. I love writing picture books for kids, but there’s also a series of Early Readers in Scrivener and a Novel plot (or two) in the journal. My creative life involves writing stories, learning to draw and making gifts for friends. I rest with yarn and coffee.
I’m delighted you’ve found me here. Welcome.
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December was a tough month. Nothing much happened. I felt isolated, discombobulated and lonely.
I found myself quoting Anne Shirley. “I’m in the depths of despair!”
I watched my son’s friends graduate Primary School back in Melbourne - we weren’t there.
I followed my family’s Christmases back in Perth - we weren’t there.
Locally, I could hear the laughter. I saw the photos. I felt the music - but we weren’t there either.
I kept my focus on the Christmas lights - they were truly beautiful.
I tried to bake but my mince pies failed. I couldn’t find currants or mixed peel anywhere.
I tried to ride roller coasters. The queues were long. My daughter became cold and disinterested?
I tried to be happy. I tried to engage. I tried to stay focused on joy and happiness and togetherness; but it was hard. My community was elsewhere and I felt adrift.
My creativity stalled and then stopped…
January will be a better month.
TWO YEARS LATER
TWO YEARS LATER
November marks the 2nd anniversary of my first book launch. As I reflect on those early years; I thought I’d share with you the mistakes I made, the choices I make and what I’ve learnt along the way.
The road to self-published author was much longer than I anticipated. It took 7 years from the day I sat down to write Dad’s story until I had something to share. Most of this delay was because I was so determined to “do-it-alone”, but there were other delays like finding an illustrator, finding a graphic designer, finding a printer, and so the list goes. You can imagine how I felt once I finally had my book in my hand. I leapt! Like my childhood self, I literally launched myself off the self-publishing jetty without taking the time to fully understand my choices. The leap was fun and the splash was great - but like any unplanned jump into the deep end, once the ripples hit the edge I was left simply floating alone in still water.
10,000 WORDS IN 31 DAYS.
For the first time ever I’ve committed to NaNoWriMo and in so doing have joined the hordes of the suddenly antisocial as we attempt to write as many words as possible over the next 31 days. My goals are modest. I’m aiming for 10,000 words by November 31st.
There’s a quick glimpse into the novel that I’m writing below with a brief Synopsis & the Prologue. You can cheer me on at NaNoWriMo by clicking through here!
it’s getting weird
It’s exactly 9 months since we moved to California and I’m beginning to feel grammatically challenged!
During my Mum’s recent visit, we were commenting on the fact that none of us have developed a US accent (yet). What we had developed, however, was a different vocabulary. There was no change to our intonation but we were saying things like candy (lollies), trash (bin), practice (training). It’s funny how we can sound the same while sounding so different. The thing is, it’s quite a funny story…
bliss is ready
The Manuscript and storyboard for ‘Bliss - the Almost Perfect Sheepdog’ is ready for distribution!
As you can see, Bliss was a real dog. In fact, she was a Red Setter who lived on a farm in Badgingarra (yes that’s a real place - google it - middle of nowhere, Western Australia). Bliss was a very beloved part of the family, but she was different to the working dogs - Chip and Boot. Boot was an awarding winning sheepdog - he was fast and smart and obedient and also a really sweet dog. Chip was his son (chip off the ole’ block; or Boot as it turns out). I actually feel a bit guilty that I’ve used his name to create a not-so-nice character. That’s a little unfair don’t you think?
CARDS TO SAY “SORRY, I MISSED IT.”
Homesickness is a funny thing.
Homesickness is a funny thing isn’t. I don’t feel like I should get homesick, I mean let’s face it I’ve lived away from my family now for almost 20 years. My lovely mother is going to be 80 this year! So while it’s true to say that I definitely notice the days passing in absentia, I’m not really a homesick type of person. I don’t ache for a lost lifestyle or long for a return to home … well not normally.