OK – had not intended to post anything. Just packing for the trip and while looking for my old UK electric power point converters I actually found a screwed up piece of paper in a box under my bed that turned out to be one of my teenage poems (I was 18). Wow – 1982! It is soooooo lame. But I guess I can use the sentiments in writing teenage
Not long now. On Monday we travel to a hotel near Sydney’s International Terminal and at 6am Tuesday we jump onto a plane heading for Europe. Exciting! Hence just a brief, nostalgic post today :) Getting ready for the trip I found myself backing up old photos. One lot brought back fond memories. When Rhiannon was a lot younger the three of us travelled from Sydney several hours down the
Wow – that title is sure a jumble of thoughts. Yes – my next brain-dump is upon you. Flee while you can! Third book teaser So I have chucked (I love that word) the teaser for the third book up onto the menus. For those of you not following my blog, I wrote a ginormous novel and then decided that it did not work together well in one whole. basically
Short one tonight. But before I get to the purpose of the post, let me just say that the “boob flashing” incident of Tuesday is still haunting my life. Today my wife told everyone in her woman’s group about it. The thing you need to realise is that most people in that group have known me since at least my early 20s (I am about to turn 51Â – so yes
First I will apologise for the awful pun in the title, especially as I never use the term “booby” in my normal conversations. OK – here’s the story of what happened to me on the way home tonight. I step off the train. It is night time and the station is mostly deserted. Dark. A few sad souls stand there waiting for a train that is obviously not the one
I was not going to post today but something happened today to remind me of my Keratoconus. This is not a topic I address too frequently because I don’t like to be defined by my disorder. But sometimes it gets very frustrating. As per normal I hurried to catch my morning train. I use an electronic card (called an Opal card) to pay my train fare and I keep the
Hi everyone, My family and I have spent the last few days at my sister-in-law’s place looking after her four lads while she and her husband were down in Melbourne. Hence no posts from me. Today’s post will look at the writing/editing that I did there and also at a photographic experiment of mine. Given that I am no great photographer, I beg your indulgence. I need to get better
Hi all, Having problems with Jetpack operating with WordPress. It means that I frequently can’t post comments on my own site from my phone. Given that I do most of my WordPress reading and comments on the train to and from work using the phone , this is a problem. (That also explains why so many of my comments are pretty brief and not well thought out). I’ve tried fixing
Today I realised that in a few years I would need a shotgun and a rocking chair. I subconsciously practiced the phrase “Son, what are your intentions with my daughter?” So what caused this train of thought? Well, today Rhiannon competed in a dance competition. She’s now 11, but since the age of 3 has been learning ballet, tap and contemporary dance at the local EDTA (Education in Dance and
Sorry about the post title, I honestly called it that and only noticed its possible inappropriate interpretations just before I clicked “Publish”. The problem was that I then chuckled and then thought “Oh well, maybe my readers will get a laugh too from my thoughtlessness”. As you know, now that I have split up the bigger novel into smaller ones I need to write new openings for each novel. Here is my
As you know I have been working to try and create a picture in Blender of Shade, the location of my fantasy novels. As a Blender noob, I have been referencing some absolutely brilliant YouTube videos. Problem is, I have been creating a scene that really does not match my internal vision of the place. Here is where I have go to: It looks pretty cool – a real
1337 Let me take you back to the year 2000. It was late at night and I sat alone bathing in the soft light of my computer monitor. Death played on the screen in the form of HalfLife Deathmatch – a first person shooter game. I was SoulThief and that game was my escape from the world. Among my online friends was a player named FrankBooth. For the uninitiated let
