Category: Writer Journey 2

Chapter 113: My son’s cinquain poems

Quarantine Poetry by my boy x A Cinquain is a 5 lined poem with the following syllable sequence: 2, 4, 6, 8, 2 Awesome Bones Systems (2 syllables) With my bone works (4 syllables) Not crumb(a)ling good thing (6 syllables) Of course my body… Continue Reading “Chapter 113: My son’s cinquain poems”

Chapter 107: Page 90 & a half

Today was the day. The gmail alert went off early. I opened half an eyeball to check and there it was. The IngramSpark proof had arrived… again. But today… this day… it was going to be all good. the final copy. perfect. or at… Continue Reading “Chapter 107: Page 90 & a half”

Chapter 105: Eff Fame

“Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.” ― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own So You Are… Pregnant! needs to get out there and be read, though this is easier said than done when on the cusp… Continue Reading “Chapter 105: Eff Fame”

Protected: Chapter 103: Undoing myself

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Chapter 102 : Dress to Empress

… Or – Writing Attire. Where are you going? My son asked. To work. I responded. Oh? Do you go somewhere to write? No. Then why are you dressed up? Because I’m going to work. But, you work at home. Yes, that doesn’t mean… Continue Reading “Chapter 102 : Dress to Empress”

Protected: Chapter 100: Therapeutic Poetry

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Chapter 99: Writers Comp Bomb Out

I suppose it wouldn’t really be a true writers journey if I just posted the failed attempts without the emotion that comes with that failure. I swore at the beginning of the year I was going to pack in the competition thing. While they… Continue Reading “Chapter 99: Writers Comp Bomb Out”

Chapter 95: Sampson House, Fremantle

Earlier this year my family and I visited the delightful Sampson House in Fremantle. It was one of those days where everything seemed misty and sparkly and maybe, just maybe fairies were rustling amongst the garden beds. Magic was totally in the air. And… Continue Reading “Chapter 95: Sampson House, Fremantle”

Chapter 96: The swearing

Many years ago I ordered one of my first online print books about wayward mothers losing their minds and getting up to mischief. I couldn’t believe such a novel existed. It was as if it was written for me. When I got my sweet… Continue Reading “Chapter 96: The swearing”

Chapter 87: Winging It

Or – my life as a chicken wing buffet. The term “winging it” for me has been more of a life ethos I fell into for the sheer reasons of survival. When you’re not particularly bright and naive as a box full of puppies,… Continue Reading “Chapter 87: Winging It”