The “let go” basket.

While on holiday, recently, I read Debra Adelaide’s novel, The Household Guide to Dying (Picador/Pan Macmillan, 2008). What a wonderful book! Some of you may be wondering: what’s she doing reading something so gloomy? A few years ago, I spent a short time in another suburb’s library. I think The Old Boy and I had arrived early for something in the area; it was coffee or books and this time we chose to read. I spied the book lying on a table and thought it looked intriguing. I only got through the first two chapters before it was time to go. A short while ago a friend asked – rather tentatively, as if I might be bothered by the question – whether I had read it. Turns out she owns a copy, I borrowed it and here we are. Apart from...

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Thanks!

I’d like to thank all the spammers who regularly visit this site. A number of you have been faithful followers of my blog since day one and, even though you’ve yet to make it into the comments section, I appreciate your faithfulness and respect your perseverance. Most of you are always so encouraging. I appreciate the many who take time out of their busy days to tell me about SEOs and the ineffective quality of the links/videos and music you think I have on my site…but I actually don’t. My apologies to the few who think my posts don’t make any sense and are riddled with spelling errors. Judging by the interesting grammatical constructs used in your messages, would I be correct in assuming English isn’t your first language?...

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Goats or sheep?

We just returned, yesterday, from a holiday interstate. We stayed in a “pet-friendly” cabin, tucked away in lush farmland, near a state forest and only a 20 minutes drive from the coast. The place was well-equipped with decrepit-lady-friendly chairs; wood combustion fire; comfortable beds (with electric blankets), and a large outdoor deck. We’d have spent a lot more time sitting out there, admiring the view, if the weather hadn’t been so crappy. (Gale force winds and rain.) Right next door was a large dam full of bullfrogs that sang all night, and a paddock that housed a small family of goats: Dad, Mum, Kid and Extra Female. After a number of days observing the goats I have to declare, I’m not a big fan. Dad was a magnificent...

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Are you able?

Have you been watching any of the paralympics? My goodness, those  people are amazing! Swimmers with no arms, hitting the wall with their heads. Men and women running with one, or two, prosthetic legs, and doing times most able-bodied people can’t manage. People with barely functioning legs and one arm not working, lashed to a pole and throwing a shot put with one working arm…and getting distances most of us, with everything in working order, can’t dream of getting. Blind men playing soccer… How do they know where the net is? How do they pass the ball to each other? It’s one thing to kick the thing in the general direction, but how the heck do they know how or when to pick it up with their foot and move it on to the next? Not only...

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Wanna-be or will-be?

This week I received an email from one of my editorial clients. He’d submitted his work to the unpublished manuscript section of a literary competition. He intended to use the favourable reviews to help him launch his work as an i-view book. (I hadn’t realised that was his intention or I would have given him different advice. I saw the competition as the way of getting a second opinion for free, while drawing a publisher’s attention to his ms.) Anyhoo…he was upset because he thought he’d received a really bad review. He said he didn’t agree with the changes the reviewer said his manuscript needed, and he was dismayed at the suggestion he’d need to do more work. What did I have to say about it? My first reaction was: Oh...

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