This morning I dug into my record collection and pulled out Oingo Boingo’s album ‘Dead Man’s Party’. From the opening track titled ‘Just Another Day’, Danny Elfman’s vocals soar. The title track followed as I sung the chorus while making my morning coffee. Shortly after it was time to flip the record to side two …
Americanisation or Americanization
It all began when my editor gave me my notes for my novel. One main complaint was the spelling mistakes. I was surprised. I was certain I had ironed out any errors, but there were her notes in black and white. All over my latest draft were bizarre corrections. Realise became realize. Single L’s were …
Dreaming Together in Love
There’s a new reality program on air at the moment called Making Couples Happy, where four couples are in crisis. The saddest marriage seems to be the one where she has resented him for over a decade for no valid reason. He is a soft soul, caring and loving, and crying out for love. She …
Grieving and Catering
I was asked a really odd question the other day from a book blogger. I was asked to share a painful memory. I guess it's not that odd for a writer to share emotional tales, but this did catch me off guard as there was no fictional characters I could hide the truth behind. I …
Pondering the Afterlife
Religions have been built around it. Ancient Egyptians would spend their whole life preparing for it. Chinese culture even buries you with cardboard replicas of items you might need while you’re there. My friends, let me present to you, The Afterlife! The version in my novel is more forgiving than most. There’s the time to …
That strange deaf day.
Today is odd. I'm feeling a weird sense of melancholy and self awareness. I woke up this morning with a hell of a lot of hearing loss. I've noticed it gradually and blame it on the earplugs I wear when I take my bi-weekly dip in the neighbourhood pool. Several weeks ago I felt as if …
Eight Drafts, and the one we don’t talk about…
About ten years ago I started writing a fantasy novel on Thursday nights, as that was the only free time I had (My partner, Warren, had started playing tennis on those nights). It was handwritten in a journal and called Staging Life. I had written about five chapters when a friend bought me a ‘How …
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A Good Night Out…
Last night was a good night. It started with a Chinese meal, but not just any Chinese meal. Probably for the first time in my life I ate this particular Asian cuisine in an upmarket restaurant. No basic Mongolian Lamb or Fried Rice. My partner and I dined on exquisite Vegetable Dumplings before our heavenly …
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