Category: Writing Journey

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 110: Poetry – Blood Lady

WRITING This is a quick little poem I was compelled to write. I’ve just been for a checkup and as I walked to an impromptu blood test – the woes and worries of the world had a field day in my head. But the… Continue Reading “Chapter 110: Poetry – Blood Lady”

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 104: Love letter to my bookie-wookie

Before I launch So You Are… Pregnant! into the world – regardless if it reaches 6 or 6000, I’d like to put my dreams out there first of what I hope it achieves. Dear SO YOU ARE… PREGNANT! I’m not going to lie… you’ve… Continue Reading “Chapter 104: Love letter to my bookie-wookie”

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 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 92: Fanny Fan-out: Christine de Pizan

Favourite Forgotten Women An Ode to Christine de Pizan