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Every time autumn rolls around I think it's my favourite season, but then along comes spring and I change my mind. There is just something magical about it. The promise of so many new things after the long dark chill that is winter.

It doesn't hurt that the weather begins to warm---well it gets a bit warmer. The days become longer, the sun surfaces (occasionally)...and of course the flowers bloom.

It all just makes me feel so happy. And creative. With a strong yearning for adventure and travels and discoveries.

I get itchy feet and want to go places.

This time of the year I find it difficult to do the hard slog. The editing and redrafting and all the nitty gritty.

I find it exciting to begin something new yet again.

But even though this call for newness and first drafts is demanding, there is the understanding that there is other work to finish. Drafts to slog through. Chapters to tighten, timelines to wrangle.

Although a part of me wonders if it is possible to only begin new…


Isn't the start of spring gorgeous? Mind you that first week was a cold chilly reminder that winter was holding on...brrrr.  There's something about spring that brings a smile. That suggestion of anything can happen.

At the moment so many of my friends are on holidays. Yep, holidays. And I love the fact that via social media it is so easy to connect, share photos and adventures. But alas, a tad of trip envy pops up.

I want a holiday!


Alas, that can not be...(although am planning a few days off in a month or  two).

Yet I fear I have a case of itchy feet. I want to go somewhere....anywhere.

It doesn't have to be far. Doesn't have to be overseas or even interstate. This Victoria of ours has so much to offer.

It doesn't even have to be that far away.

I just feel the need for some getting out and about. Time for some exploration.

Usually when I do travel, near or far, there is always something that sparks an idea. Perhaps it is a change of environment. Not sitting…

Father's Day...

It rolls around each year. The day we are meant to celebrate our fathers. Praise them to the skies. Buy them useless presents like socks and chocolates and soap on a rope (who on earth invented this and why!) And if you are a father you are meant to sit back and lap it all up.

It's a day that frustrates me like Mother's Day and to a certain extent, Valentines Day. These Hallmarked days that tell you who to praise/ love and if you haven't got a father/ mother / lover or if you aren't yourself a mother/ father/ lover much of a loser you are.

Don't get me wrong it's always nice to get a phone call and a visit from your children, but that is just lovely on any day. Not a specifically designated day chosen by a commercially avid world.

Rant over.

I did phone my father on this special day. Had thought of a visit but due to my heavy cold and the fact that he's only recently out of hospital, figured it wasn't the best idea.

Then I became designated drive…


One of the worst moments when reading a novel, or even a short story, is when you are pulled out of it. It may be because of a word or phrase and you think 'hmmm that so isn't the character..or the setting..or the time period.'  And once you are out of the story, with a touch of disbelief entering the world the author has created, it is so hard to get back in. To once again, trust the writer. And that is what we do, we trust the writer, we are willingly taken on a ride. Taken on a journey.

But we have to believe. Have to totally be immersed in this world...whether it is our world right now, or a previous time...whether it's a futuristic or alien world...a fantastical imagination.  The author has to have created something that we willingly enter.

This is why making sure you are using the right voice to tell your story is vitally important. The voice for an adult is totally different to that of a child.

Everything is seen differently. From what is happening in the world…


Another year, another Book Week...another excuse for us all to dress up.
Not that many at my work place need an excuse. Frankly a 'It's Friday, dress up day' would suit the majority of us. (except for me, I don't work Fridays). But you get the idea.

This year we had some fun celebrating the joy of Book Week.  There was an extravaganza with face painters and stories and scavenger hunts and book making.

Each day there have been themes. Friday was Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Saturday, as you can see from the above picture, was anything. Monday and we were Dr Seuss (although I came as Little Red Riding Hood)

Tuesday and we were fairies - as yet no group photo but...

There were wings. A huge variety of wings. Can I say I had a bad case of wing envy. Some were AMAZING. Bit of a problem when coming too close to people, but they were beautiful.

Huge part of Book Week (apart from the chance to have fun dressing up) is to celebrate books. We look at the winning books and th…


Lately I've done a lot of thinking and understanding about how I motivate myself. Or don't as I fear is the major factor. Through work we've had the opportunity lately for some workshops to discover what motivates us, and how we set goals. This of course, flows on into our personal life goals and ambitions as well.

Not only have we looked at how we are motivated but also our values.

Now this won't be a surprise to many but one of my top five values is tradition (it isn't my top value though). Actually one value stands out amongst the others - Universalism. For these particular workshops this equates to having an understanding, appreciation, tolerance and protection for the welfare of all people and for nature.

Then the next three values-

tradition- respect, commitment and acceptance of the customs and ideas provided by traditional culture or religionbenevolence - preserving and enhancing the welfare of those with whom you are in frequent personal contact (family an…


My dad is in hospital down in Geelong and I've become quite used to travelling back and forwards. And of course, when someone is in hospital, you tend to go to visit, then travel back home. You may have a spot of lunch or a cuppa somewhere while there but the reason you are a couple of hours away from home is to visit said sick/ ill person.

Last weekend I travelled down with my sister, her hubby and daughter (so much better to travel with others than a solo drive) For an hour before we visited Dad, we played tourist.

Now Geelong is no stranger, we lived there for a couple of years when I was a tween (grade six to year 8 or thereabouts).

But walking along the waterfront, even in the cold grey day, dodging showers as best we could...was just what we needed.

I just adore the Baywalk Bollards. We didn't walk past all of them, over 100 I hear, but we managed to stroll past quite a few.

Just loved their quirky characters...

and how they capture Geelong's history.

Adored the Pie…


We recently celebrated a milestone, the first birthday of our gorgeous grand baby.

It's amazing how quickly this time has gone. Honestly it just feels like last month we had Little Miss for the week, taking her to school, picking her up, visiting Mum, Dad and bubs in hospital each night.  But no, a huge amount of time has gone by.

And of course in that time there has been a lot of firsts. Let's face it, for babies, there is nothing else but firsts.

First smiles, first beginnings of speech. First time they roll over by themselves.

First introduction to books and songs. First cuddles. First discover of their fingers and toes and other bits in between (just on nappy change time)

First outfits...

and first Christmases. Learning to crawl, to taste, those first tentative steps. So many discoveries...the world is simply amazing.

And even though it has felt like all of this happened a second a go, it was really over one whole year.

12 months

4 seasons

52 weeks

365 days

8760 hours.