It’s been a slow start to the new year.
The crows are creaking outside against a background chorus of buzzing insects.
I’m watching tennis with the sound muted because the tv antenna needs fixing and hearing the pop and crackle as the picture fades in and out is way too annoying.
I’ll start reading a new book soon, my kindle is waiting for me on the coffee table.
The fan is keeping things cool, but there’s also a nice breeze flowing through the house.
Even though I haven’t been writing much lately, I had two articles published in December.
There’s also another little snippet of mine here.
I’ve been reading hungrily and have worked my way through lots of great books.
I’ve just finished up a course with the Australian Writer’s Centre (highly recommended).
My pursuit of new writing work will begin in earnest again very soon, but for now it’s enough to surround myself with words, even if they’re by other people.
Hopefully my return to the day job for another year won’t be too much of a shock.
Happy new year.










Like many people who love to read, I have a backlog of ‘classic’ books that are on my must-read list, which I hope to get through ‘one of these days’. While this list has never been formally recorded on paper, I tend to be reminded of it from time to time when life nudges me in the ribs. And then I’ll find myself at the bookstore or searching online for whatever book title it is which the universe has called to mind. It was in such a way that I remembered Hemingway.
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