June 2013


I’ve been writing short stories lately. Up until a month ago, I would honestly say I was concentrating on writing poetry rather than short stories. But the new writing group I’m a member of if aimed at larger pieces of writing, rather than only poetry. I’ve been doing my best to have a go at writing something to meet whatever the group decides we’re going to do.

This has meant short stories. And I’ve been thoroughly enjoying the writing of these short stories! In the past, I’ve written some short stories I’ve been quite proud of, but I haven’t taken my short story writing seriously. If asked, I usually say I’m a poet first, rather than a short story writer.

Now though, hmm, I’m not so sure. Inventing new people and situations is so much fun! I love making my new people do whatever I want them to do – the power is seductive! When I write a poem, it’s usually about me, in some way, and often it’s me looking at something that’s happening in my life. Not much that’s wildly interesting actually happens in my life. Consequently, my poems tend not to be wildly exciting. When I write a short story though, the brakes are off, and I can write about any amazing thing happening. I can murder people and maybe even get away with it, I can tell people anything I want and only suffer the consequences I want to suffer, or I can glory in the results with no consequences at all!

Short stories can be written in just one day, as poems can, but short stories let you create wonderful and fascinating people. You can play God with your creations, make super villains and super heroes. Who wouldn’t want to write short stories. Of course, if you want to get those short stories published, that’s a different story. Publishing means you have to have a story that makes some kind of sense, no flying off without plotting a world where such flying off makes some kind of sense.

I’m going to type up some of my recent short stories and see if I can get them published online, somewhere. I had one short story published recently, on Alfie Dog website. That story was originally written at my writing group Adelaide Plains Chapter and Verse. I was extremely happy with the story, it has a dog in it, and in my opinion, any story with a dog in it, is a good story. If you’d like to read that story, it’s here.

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So today, I went to my favourite hotel, the Mallala Hotel, for lunch. Dining with me was a friend, Martin Christmas (yes, that’s his real name!). Martin has been getting serious about his love of photography, and he’s getting more and more into photography, having become the official photographer for the famous Friendly Street Poets.

When I asked Martin recently whether he was interested in helping me with my memoir, by trying to get a good photo for my front cover, her was happy to help me. I’ve been loving the photos Martin has taken of poets at the Gawler Poets at the Pub, and I was sure having a photo shoot with Martin would be painless, and even be fun to do.

After we both had lunch and a drink, the photo shoot began. I had Mick, my walking stick, and Jane, my cane, with me. I’d dolled them up slightly and they looked lovely. I’d also dolled myself up slightly, with a long needed hair cut, and I even went as far as getting my hair coloured. So the three of us put ourselves in Martins hands and did, or tried to do, everything he suggested.

Martin has shown me one photo so far, which looks interesting. There are another 15 or so photos to see, and I hope this is going to work . So far so good, and having Martin help me has been both fun and non-stressful, which as I well know, is important for people who have MS. Stress is so bad for one suffering with Multiple Sclerosis, causing symptoms to come back and haunt one.

So, now that the front cover is on it’s way, the text is more or less written, and the back cover is on its way, it’s getting ever closer to being ready for printing. Exciting times are ahead. Thanks for reading my words, and if there’s anything you’d like to know, please leave a comment here, or contact me.

Of course, I’ve been away from all of my other blogs for an even longer time. I was prompted to come back here by a partially read post on the SA Writers Centre – a thing popped up on my computer screen, I read a few words, and leapt back her again.

I love blogging, but I fiddle faddle around doing bits and pieces of tiddly little things, here and there, every single day, and other things, important things, don’t get done. Today I spent hours getting a handle on some admin stuff – working out who owes money to a not-for-profit organisation I’m very involved with.

I now have one invoice written and sent, one receipt for payment received sent, and about 6 invoices printed, ready to deliver tomorrow. That’s as long as I remember to deliver them. There’s never any guarantees about that. I hope I do the deliveries, the organisation will be needing the money. I’m going to try to get on top of it all, and be better with keeping on top of it. I am not a numbers kind of person. I’d rather read or write, not fiddle with figures!

Having said that, I didn’t do any editing of my memoir either. Nor did I do any of the exercise I know is so good for me. I spent more time on Facebook than I should, but that’s not a new thing. If there was no Facebook at all, I might be better at keeping accounts sorted out. 

Of course, if that was the case, no Facebook, there’d probably be something else that would keep my mind from doing what it should be doing. I haven’t clicked on Twitter today, and I try to keep away from games on Facebook. I much prefer connecting with real people and having conversations, either on Facebook, or in real life. Preferably in real life.

Life is good, it continues to keep me amused, or at least thinking. Gotta go now, there’s a comment on Facebook!