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I’ve caught a cold. It’s not a big deal. I’m not dying; I haven’t gone blind; I’ve still got all four limbs… But, my throat feels as if I’ve swallowed a packet of razor blades, my chest is sore, the gunk machine in my sinuses...

(Please note: if you want to leave a comment you need to register or it’ll get sucked up by the spam filter.) There are a number of life’s little necessities that make me nervous: going to the dentist; remembering where I’ve parked the car at a...

This morning I went to the local TAFE college to speak to a Women’s Education class about being a writer. They were a lovely group of women, and they made me feel very welcome. I admit, giving them all a lollypop may account for some of the goodwill, (ah yes,...

I’m waiting…waiting…waiting… The manuscript is with another agent. This writing business isn’t all champagne launches, movie rights and dollars flooding into the bank account. (What bank account!?) For most of us, it’s not like the...

I had an unfortunate experience in the bathroom a while ago, which taught me an important life lesson and reinforced an old one. I’d stepped out of the shower and as I towelled myself dry I thought, “While I’m here I might as well tidy up the old...

As the first drop of spilled coffee seeps into the woodwork of my old and decidedly messy desk, I solemnly declare, ‘I christen thee – Wendy’s blog – and may God bless all who sail in her.’ My proud, but exhausted husband is standing by,...