Tag: writing

  • One: Darkest Fire.

    One: Darkest Fire.

    She was a little afraid to pass by his table again. And if she was being honest with herself, it wasn’t just fear. There was a heat to him. The way his eyes locked on hers before travelling down her body and back up again. That heat rolled over her and collected in places that…

  • Favourite Place/Space

    Favourite Place/Space

    I have had a few favourite places and I’ve spoken about them before. I used to say that the Qantas lounge was one of my favourite places because it meant that I was almost home. It meant that I could have a glass of wine and call a favourite person or read a good book…

  • A Little Bit of Flatlay Fun

    A Little Bit of Flatlay Fun

    I love flatlay photography – it’s my favourite type of product photography. I love pottering around the house, looking for objects that work perfectly together in the shot. This pink shoot had been percolating around in my head for a while. I started this morning, by stopping off at my local bakery on the way…

  • A Little Update

    A Little Update

    So it turns out that I don’t have a frozen shoulder. I’ve been using that phrase not really knowing what it is I guess. Apparently I have two separate issues – firstly a strain in my bicep area from 12 years of travelling for work. If you carry a heavy handbag, backpack, messenger bag, whatever,…

  • Triggers

    Silently, she began to weep. Feeling profoundly sorry for herself, she rolled over and hugged the pillow tighter against her chest and let the tears fall. She felt pain, she felt sadness, but most of all she felt disappointment. She had given so much of herself over and felt cheated. And ruined. How had it come…

  • Leave the World Behind

    Leave the World Behind

    “Shall we?”, she asked excitedly, looking over at him. Usually, she preferred to be in control of the car herself, but with him, she loved not driving. It made her feel safe and protected, deliciously female. Her hand rested on his leg, her body turned slightly towards him.  He looked over at her, smiling, and…

  • Career Transition

    Career Transition

    All the little ducks lining up in their neat little rows.

  • Material Mine

    Material Mine

    the perils of changing your profile pic

  • A Day in the Life & A Play With Word Count

    A Day in the Life & A Play With Word Count

    Hey Siri. Ding. What time is it? It’s 6:15am. Way too early. (She’s hilarious). My alarm is set for 6:35am but I decide to get up anyway. I hear Gidget stretching and I ask her how she is. She stretches again, shakes herself as dogs do, and pounces on the spot right by my head,…

  • Opinion Piece

    Opinion Piece

    Aren’t all my posts just my opinion? I’m supposed to critique something or give my opinion on a topic. I don’t like critiquing things (except punctuation and grammar of course – I love that!) but I do have a lot of opinions about a lot of things.  Today though, I think I’ll discuss this writing…

  • The World Around Me 

    The World Around Me 

    For our Finding Everyday Inspiration task today (Saturday, September 9th), I was to take inspiration from the world around me. Find a space and observe and write. Saturday is my sacred day. I like having no plans. I like waking up whenever I want, even though it’s almost always before 7. I make coffee and…

  • To Write, or Not to Write 

    To Write, or Not to Write 

    What do I do when I’m not writing? Sadly, I am not a writer. When I was at school (maybe around the age of 10?) I desperately wanted to be an author. I was an avid reader of Enid Blyton when I was young and then I was addicted to the Trixie Belden books in…