The Ruth Strauss Foundation, bereavement and how cricket helped me write The Chicken Soup Murder.Continue reading “Good grief”
The Chicken Soup Murder has been shortlisted for a prize three times. Here are the ups and down in the birth and life of a novel.Continue reading “Knock three times”
Shortlisted again: will it be third time lucky for my novel The Chicken Soup Murder?Continue reading “Third time lucky?”
May is not just one of the loveliest months for blossom, it’s also a time for celebrating short stories. Love writing them? Love reading them? Or do you need convincing?Continue reading “Love of short fiction”
Primroses, primroses, jump into the pot
We’ll take you with us to the new garden
Where we hope you will be happy
Magnificent Magnolia #Wordless Wednesday.Continue reading “Mid-March WordlessWednesday #2”
When an idea strikes, do you feel the need to write it down?Continue reading “Scraps”
As the Northern Hemisphere leans into spring, I enjoyed this post about autumn in Brisbane so much I chose it for my first ever reblog. Thanks to Gretchen for giving us the tour of the lovely Mt Coot-tha Botanic Gardens.
Thinking locally to me (in Dorset, SW England) a visit to Abbotsbury Sub-tropical gardens might be in order. Curious to know what they have in common and what the differences will be.
What’s March like in your part of the world? Come back and leave a comment!
Coming out of a hot dry summer, March weather is beginning to soften the sky and offer the cooler, more gentle mornings of autumn. There is no definite change of season, just a calmness, almost a feeling of relief after the insistent tropical heat.
Apart from, whack, an insect, there’s something serene and relaxing about strolling through a garden, touching leaves, sniffing flowers, following a creek and hearing the splash of a small waterfall through the trees.
To quote Rudyard Kipling “The Glory of the Garden it shall never pass away!” so…
Here’s what I experienced one lovely morning…
Arriving early at the Brisbane Mt Coot-tha Botanic Gardens, I strolled through a cool, green gully and thought it was strange to be in a capital city yet hear no traffic sounds. I floated along, enjoying the stillness, until my personal calm was shattered when the garden crew came on…
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Does a photo of mainly words count for #WordlessWednesday?Continue reading “600 days of Duolingo – Wordless Wednesday #1”