Diary of an Author

An update on where the book is up to and an overview of what I am doing if I am not writing/working! 

Awake News

Journalists, take heed, by reporting in such detail about the mass murderers and bullies, you are exemplifying that behaviour. You are giving those people notoriety, and putting their heinous crimes on a pedestal.

Great Expectations

As I sit on my bed in the most un-ergonomically friendly way, sipping on Coles brand sparkling water uncouthly from the bottle, and having eaten peanut butter from the jar with a spoon for dinner… I contemplate whether I am an accomplished adult. Yes readers, this is...

Monogamy and Marriage: Is there only one way?

If monogamy was an academic subject I would get an A+ based upon my previous long term relationship. If scholarships were available for someone practicing romanticism and the idea of soulmates, I would win the highest level of financial support. Essentially I have...

The impending doom of forty

It’s not so much that I am reaching a midlife crisis, but I can see this sign fast approaching with the numbers in bold and font size 524, I am hurtling downhill and not even the application of the handbrake will save me now. I am now on a collision course towards 40...

Getting comfortable with the uncomfortable

Sometimes in life you are frozen with fear, maybe frozen is the wrong word. However you are so sure of something or someone, yet you also don’t have the energy, the will or the know how to get through a situation. It seems impossible and you feel helpless. Maybe you...

The crime of The Spinster and other mythological stories

It would be particularly tremendous if my cats had phones so I had someone to text. It would remove the focus that I do not have a significant other to bolster my ego, or be the voice of reason when I am having a bad day. It would also prevent me from intravenously...

Recruiting the power to date like an adult

I am 39 years old. I occasionally need to remind myself of this fact and marinade in it. I've spent three whole days locked up with myself mostly coughing, shivering, sweating, being totally dramatic and gargling Betadine. Today I was forced to remind myself of my age...

Blame Blame Blame

I don’t know why, but every time I think about blame, I get the song ‘Chain of fools’ by Aretha Franklin stuck in my head. You know, ‘chain, chain, chain…’ but instead… ‘blame, blame, blame’… anyway, I digress... It might be worth watching this Brene Brown classic on...

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