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19.01.2022 A national disaster brought out that special Aussie spirit, helping others, highlighted by sharing shelter and bringing comfort to those at breaking point. We will overcome the black fear that makes us, ourselves, like the rubble around us. We watch the licks of flame feed on the last of the fuel, embers from the awesome, unleashed, and unstoppable power of nature sputter. We will renew. I explore mental stress in my novel Claypan, when Burt leaves the cluttered suburbs of Sydney for the fringe country of the desert where he defeats heat stress and struggles to embrace emptiness.

19.01.2022 In my previous post I told of the satisfaction of crafting a story from simple ideas and observations. Writing fiction removes the discipline of fact, the space is endless. Just the surrounds of the writer will often lead to a multi-page work. A man bends down to collect something from the street. what moves him to do that, curiosity, greed, is it money, some other thing of value? Another person watches before cautiously approaching. An argument develops which attracts a ferret faced man who levers himself from the lamppost and scurries across. He wants in and there you have the beginning of the novel.

15.01.2022 It took a man who could not breath to show us how to breath the love that beats in our breasts. Those crowds, no, those massive crowds around the world were proof that when the wick of caring is lit, it burns fierce. Putting aside personal safety, as many have done before, they thronged and filled the streets and chanted with one plea, remove the cataracts or find leaders who can see

13.01.2022 ‘I’m thirsty, Mummy, the taps broken, give me a drink Mummy.’ ‘I’m dry, Darling, I’m dry.’ ‘Please Mummy, I’ll suck hard.’ ‘I’m dry Darling, I’m dry.’ I’m hot Mummy, so hot. Can I go back in your tummy, Mummy.... ‘My door is too small, Darling’ ‘Mrs Hoppitty lets her baby go back into her tummy, Mummy. I’m frightened too, Mummy. I like the sky blue, Mummy. I’m thirsty Mummy.’ ‘I’m dry, Darling, I’m dry.’ See more

07.01.2022 Join me for pumpkin scones and a chat about Western Queensland at Harry Hartog bookstore, Westfield Shopping Centre, Woden, this Saturday 28th Sept from 11.00 to 1.00pm where I will be signing copies of Claypan.

03.01.2022 Are observers watching the devolution by default of power to unled masses, which will end in the destruction of that power? Is what we are witnessing, even the timing of the covid 19 virus, that inevitable time in history when a community, without leadership, speeds up its own destruction? The rage in the community continues, the charge of murder not satisfying its hunger to fill the hiatus created by a soulless person, who cannot relate in any good way to any person or event, other than searching always for self-praise. The man is doomed. he cannot laugh.