The other day I was driving in the car and on Radio National an interview came on that really peaked my interest: Elizabeth Gilbert was being interviewed live at the Perth Writers Festival (you can listen to the podcast here). In the interview, where she was discussing her book, The Signature of All Things, she…
Tag: writing
ON MY PROCESS OF WRITING
The room smelled stale. The sheets were not clean. The pink floral wall paper and king size bed did nothing to soothe him. His muscles twitched with agitation. He looked down at her, he smiled. Her big blue eyes stared up at him and she smiled too. He loved them like this. Willing to hand…
With great power comes great responsibility
With great power comes great responsibility. Do you remember that quote in Spiderman that Uncle Ben says to Spiderman? I don’t know why but it has always stuck with me. We live in a time where the every day person has tremendous opportunity to wield incredible power and no more is this true than for…
Ritual + Routine
God I love the holidays. I sometimes hear other mothers lament how long the summer break is, how bored the children get, how they drive them mad. And I can sympathise, I honestly can, but it still doesn’t stop me from freaking loving the school holidays. You see, I am not a ritual and…
Out with black and white, in with shades of grey
The world is not black and white. It is in fact full of shades of grey, with a good heap of colour, definitely not black and white. Yet, as humans, we are committed to this notion that life has to be exactly that – black and white, right or wrong, yes or no. It is…
Connections
Master J finished school on Friday. He bounced into the car, full of as much joy as a nearly 17 year old boy can muster. “I’m done. I’m done for 8 weeks.” I smiled. I love the school holidays. It is just he and I at home. Mornings are lazy. No time frame constraints…
Piece of mind vs Peace of mind
If you had the opportunity, would you go back to that one person who hurt you so badly and let them have it? All that visceral anger that you have been harbouring, unleashed. One of the traits of someone living with depression is that we tend to ruminate, especially on those people or incidents that…
The sound of a voice
When my mom was dying with lung cancer, my sister and I travelled up to Birmingham in the UK, where my mother had grown up. Without consciously realising it, we found ourselves outside my grandmother’s old house, my mother’s childhood home. I did not know my grandmother that well but my mom would regale stories…
Answering the call to write
For as long as I can remember people have told me that I could write. My earliest memory is when my first grade teacher told my mom that I had a reading and writing ability beyond my years and that my stories were lovely. I ignored those early cues. I moved from England to…
Autism and the sweet taste of success
Every now and again something happens in your day, in your life, that really is worth shouting from the mountain tops. Today is one of those times. But let me backtrack a bit. This time last year, Master J was in Mansfield attending a residential intensive program for children on the spectrum. He was…