Sunday, 27 June 2010
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
Monday, 21 June 2010
Now it's back to the indoors and gas heater. And back to the drawing board regarding my swimming routine. My time sucked. If only I could grow flippers.
Saturday, 19 June 2010
Thursday, 17 June 2010
Sunday, 13 June 2010
She came in through the bathroom window: why having children dooms you to a life of physical and emotional exhaustion
I was having an online chat with a friend who has two small children and she mentioned that they woke up every day at 5am.
At first I empathised with my poor sleep-deprived friend. But then I thought, what about me?
Last weekend, my eldest daughter Precious Princess (PP) crawled in through the bathroom window at 5am (she'd lost her front-door key -again).
Prior to this, I went to bed at around 11pm, woke at 2am to check if she was home, sent her a text (where are you?) to which there was no reply, called her mobile and left a message (why don't you ever answer your phone, where are you?), sent another text (why do you always do this to me? I am worried sick. You could be dead and lying by the side of the road somewhere) and left another message (do you realise how stressed this makes me? all I ask is that you call me. I can't do this anymore. where are you?).
At around 5am, I received a text message: home. safe. nightie night XXX.
My partner Spanner had to get up at 5.30am, so there wasn't much point going back to sleep. When Spanner went downstairs, he discovered a trail of dirt that started on the bathroom window ledge and ended at PP's bedroom door, which was firmly closed and remained closed (so, I'm led to believe) until early that afternoon.
As I explained to my friend, at least when they're little you have the energy to cope with them. But when they're older, you're older too.
The moral to this story is, once you have kids you will always be exhausted. And then you die.
PS: If you happen to find a key, it probably belongs to my front door.
PPS: I believe this is karma; I am being paid back for all the horrible things I did to my parents when I was PP's age.
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
Sunday, 6 June 2010
Saturday, 5 June 2010
Wednesday, 2 June 2010
It's day 2 of the 50ks in 30 days challenge and I only just got started.
I'm down for 30,000 words - to be written in the month of June.
*I've been thinking about my story a lot - I tend to do that. But today I got the kick start I needed, inspired by a song lyric.
I was in the car and a song came on the radio. It was the Hunters and Collectors' classic from the early 1980s, Say Goodbye. Lead singer, Mark Seymour, wrote the lyrics after he and the band returned from three months on the road. Seymour's girlfriend was furious that he was hardly ever home and was always dog tired from touring.
The song features the wailing lament, sung by a group of blokes, You don't make me feel like I'm a woman anymore. I love it.
But then, and here's where I had my sparky moment, I heard the line from the song:
My heart is beating too big, it's beating too big for the space that's meant to hold it.
How evocative is that? Yet so simple. We've all had that bursting heart experience, and Seymour has it perfectly articulated. It's so much better than the tired cliche, My heart beat like a drum.
Of course I can't steal the lyrics (though it did cross my mind) but I could work on simplifying my writing style, losing the cliches and taking a more visceral approach to the descriptions of my characters' emotions.
I've jotted down some of the lyrics from one of the most famous Hunters' songs, Throw your arms around me. I've listened to it hundreds of times, but never tire of it. It's a timeless ode to that passionate, all-consuming desire we experience when we first fall into lust. It's all too fleeting.
PS: I just thought I'd throw in a Hunters and Collectors album cover featuring Mark Seymour's inspiring bicep. Woohoo.