Those little candles…

Well, it’s a week later and things out in the wide world haven’t improved. You see, I couldn’t write what I wanted to write last week because I was too angry. I’ve found that I should never write when I’m angry as I usually end up having to apologise and rebuild bridges and do some crawling. It’s better to wait until the red before my eyes has faded. Unfortunately these days, that can take some time. I used to be a certified Pollyanna; a perpetual optimist; a glass-not-just-full-but-overflowing person; a “she’ll be right, mate” sort of gal. These days I’m a certified grumpy old woman, but┬áI keep looking for the things that make me laugh and the people who make me think there’s still hope for...

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T.V. drama

I’ve been on holiday with the Old Boy and the Wonder Dog in the wilds of South-Western Victoria, enjoying the scenery, while trying to keep warm. As a citizen of the driest state on the second driest continent … though I still don’t know why Antarctica is the driest when it’s covered in snow, which is technically water! Darn. Where was I? Oh yeah, coming from a dry state that is struggling through a very dry winter, it’s fascinating seeing what life in a place with plenty of rain is like. They actually have ponds and puddles and dams and lakes, all full of water. And! Their grass is GREEN. It’s amazing. So, while we were away, relaxing, I managed to get just over 20,000 words added to my manuscript for book 2: Dragon-friend....

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