Latest Adventures

The adventures are rolling at the moment. There have been so many exciting things happening at the moment ... a lot of changes which are making my head explode at the same time as making my arms flap around with happy excitement. 

Hmmm, but where to begin?

There is a list of things, are without down playing any of them I want to share these things.

I finally received the beautiful long waited copy of Dr Nike Sulway's latest novel Rupetta. It's so beautiful, the paper thick and luscious in order to hold the beautiful of the words pressed upon it's pages. It's so surreal reading it again, in hard copy. Finding the small differences from the version I read some years ago. I'm reading it very slowly and enjoying the words as they rush over me.

I have now officially, legally changed my last name. It's taken so long for me to get around to it, but I finally did it. Me and my most amazing partner will be starting our family with one united name. I am now officially a Cohen. It's been interesting figuring out how to now sign my name. It's also a little daunting all the businesses and companies I now must contact in order to have all of my records changed to reflect my new name ... but it can't shake the excitement.

Work has sort of promoted me of sorts. I'm now Room Leader with my kids. I'm so excited (it was another arm flapping excitement moment) ... but it's a lot of new pressure and responsibility but now I've accepted that sudden forced time to grow up, I'm really excited about this opportunity. Plus, the biggest bonus being I get to stay with my kids and keep them in a routine and stability that I've been working on all year.

Latest news. We are moving! We found a place we truly love and adore. It's a little further out then I would have originally hoped, but it's worth it for the amazing feeling to our new home. We move next weekend so there is a whole lot of packing, calling and organising going on right now ... but it's going to be more than worth it.

I feel like there has been more things happening, but unfortunately these things have obviously overshadowed them, or my memory is simply failing me.

Oh I remembered another exciting thing for myself. I started working on a story that is flowing wonderfully. I haven't written anything I have felt as worthwhile for some time now, but this story, this tale it feels necessary and needed .... and makes me feel better.

New Literature!

I’m having an extremely jump around like a crazy person happy moment! I just preordered my very own precious little copy of Dr Nike’s new book, Rupetta … and now to test my patients … I have NONE! I want it in my hot little hands now, lol!

I’m so excited about getting it, about having it. I went and reread The True Green of Hope and have discovered that my copy of The Bone Flute which was loaned out to a friend has never been returned and the friend is no longer in my life. This saddens me greatly, I must now go on a hunting mission to find a new copy.

There is nothing like the excitement of waiting for a new shining book, and getting in touch with amazing literature.

(This was supposed to be published some time ago ... Oh interwebs how you mock me)

Too much electricity

The world has been in crazy disarray. Perhaps not so extreme but change is definitely not something I deal well with. Quite frankly it brings out the worst in me. I like to know the way things will go, I like a smoothness. But being the contradictory soul I am, I also get bored quite easily. So, I am difficult to please.

There have been a lot of changes of late, and it just doesn't seem that there is a light at the end of the tunnel - or perhaps there is but I'm terrified that it is a train.

I read about these amazing characters who are strong and determined and always know what to do, who they are and where they are going. My characters always turn out too much like me and lately I haven't written anything about any of them because I think one version of me floating around is quite enough thank you.

Don't take me the wrong way. I love my life. I love my partner and I love my best friend. I feel grateful every single day that I found the both in the one person. I am excited (and terrified) about what the future holds. The plans we are making for our lives together entwined and parallel, our desire to start a family. These are all amazing things, but not having control over some is sending fear finger tipping up and down my spine.

I'm also aware that I am feeling weighed down and as though I am buzzing with too much electricity running through my veins.

Perhaps it is merely my inner writer screaming to be listened to. It's time to pick up the pen and paper again

Snow, snow, snow

I have had a truly amazing day. Just stayed home and had my christmas cooking day. Started the day slowly and at my own pace. Me, Frankie and Tash have chatted and chilled as I've cooked.

I made rum balls (for us grown ups) and some chocolate balls (for the kiddies) I also made the Oreo Cheesecake Frankie and I had for our first ceremony with her dad, but made it as 22 cupcakes.

While I cooked, going back and forth from the kitchen to the living room as we chatted and watched this and that, I discovered that I have yet to watch my every year christmas movie. It turned out Tash had never watched it or even heard of it. I have now changed this! :-)

I love Bing Crosby, and all the old movies I was brought up on. I know, they are anything but politically correct, and they are slow and odd, but I love them today as I did way back then. We then watched Calamity Jane, my all time favourite Doris Day movie. Frankie is sitting on the couch now, watching The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers for the very first time. 

It's been such a small and yet large day. A reminder of how much I love to cook and bake for my friends and family, how much I love the small things.

Inspired by many!

The year is wrapping up and normally I wrap myself up in layers and layers of oblivion. 

I dread the 'family christmas', I dread the 'events' that see me scurrying into dark corners with large glasses of wine or scotch or other such poisons, depending on the people and place. My distaste for the end of year has been such a long standing one that until very recently have I even looked at this hesitation I have toward it.

The last few months have felt like I have been ducking and weaving dodge balls. 

And in that time I have let these drag me down and overwhelm me with negativity ...

Well it's time to stop.

The year has had it's ups and it's down. Amazing events and tragic ones as well. But it's time to smile again. To step out of the dark corners and enjoy every day, every moment of this life that I love.


So thank you for all of those who have helped me celebrate the amazing things I have been lucky enough to experience, especially those who have shown support for our wedding

... and to the ears and shoulders that have kept me up during the lower times.

I do love this world, this life and it's time I embraced a new year with joy and excitement ... bring on 2013 ... I'm ready for you!
:-)

Exhausted

I am struggling. For two weeks now I have barely picked up instruments of the mind. I have barely read, I haven't written a word. Until today.

I have blamed being busy. I drive now, yay me, but it means I have an excuse to say that I don't have train writing time. It's perhaps slightly a valid excuse seeing as today, Frankie has the car, I am on the train and I am inspired to write this. I still think it is merely an excuse. I have not allowed myself to stop long enough lately to form the words I truly have boiling up inside of me. Yes, I like that. Boiling!

 Reading simply reminds me I am a failure of a writer as well.

I am in a frenzy.

Write what you know! Research! Detach! Fall in love with characters! Use less words! Use more! Every sentence must be beautiful! Simple is better!

It's a circle of insanity. My respect for any one who has been published has increased just once more. The pedestal you all stand on soars so far above the clouds.

I can't write what I am going through, because the story does not feel as though it is my own. It impacts on me, but I am not the leading role. When is it ok to take another persons experience and twist it for my literary self? Is that what it really is? It is my story, but is that enough?

I don't know how to write the curve balls life throws me, and my imagination is exhausted. 

Ramblings

Seems I am on the insomniatic war path once again. It's 4:12am and I am still awake since I woke at 2:38am. I have only had perhaps four hours sleep and my mind won't shut down again.

Such pessimism is running rampart and poisoning my thoughts in this bird chirping hour.

Our baby plans are pushed further back once more. It has hit me harder then I thought it would. Frankie tells me it's to be expected. She never thought we were as far along as I did. I guess I got carried away with my enthusiasm, which I've heard has turned me in to a bit of a bitch at times. I can't help but worry that all these pushed out dates, these months of doing nothing are just ways to tell me it's not going to happen. Do I feel like taking the hint? The tiniest fraction of me does and then the guilt runs like brumbies through every part of me. Another six months of waiting before we can find out whether I'm going to be able to even conceive isn't that long is it? My body is screaming that yes it's a lifetime.

I wish that were all that was keeping me up.

Our world and trust in people have been shattered this week. It makes me question bringing a child in to such an untrusting manipulative and selfish world. Where people care so little about those they say they love. Doing things because they want to while abusing and lying and hurting others on this selfish notion that because I want it nothing and no one else matters.

The sky is already brightening up outside our window. The birds are chatting to each other and my body and mind feel wrecked and exhausted. It's a shame they fight against each other so much. You would think that after 30 years they would have learned that all fighting does was exhaust the both of them without any pay off.

4:24am, I'm going to try to get another hopeful hour before I face the outside world again.