As there were more tourists in their Land Rovers and cars also circling the Rock, Richard and I descended from our high status on the top of the Rover and crammed into the back cabin.Read more "T-Team Series–Uluru/Ayers Rock"
The blue and cream saloon took up residence in the backyard behind the Hills Hoist washing line while presiding over Dad’s vegetable garden.Read more "100-Word Challenge–Dad’s Midlife Crisis Cars"
The Rock made random appearances and disappeared. A wheel flew past and bounced into the bush.Read more "T-Team Series–Tyre Carnage"
Did Mum think that when Dad bought this car, this silver-pointed beauty was his “mistress’?Read more "100-Word Challenge–Bathsheba"
We were squashed together like sardines amongst the piles of extra luggage and boxes that Dad had relegated to the Rover in order to lighten the trailer’s load. The dust filtered into my lungs, and I coughed. And coughed. And coughed.Read more "T-Team Series–Bull-Dust"
On reflection, though, my experiences over time with the process of writing as isolating, no longer resonates with me. I don’t write alone. I have my characters. I go into their world. Call me crazy, but it’s like when I was a child and had imaginary friends. Come to think of it, perhaps because I was lonely, I became a writer.
Read more "Tuesdays with Carol–Good Storytelling"
‘You’ve got to watch that spinifex,’ Dad said. ‘If you get pricked by it, the needle stays inside your body for years.’
‘Years?’ I asked. ‘What does it do there?’
A few weeks ago, I revisited the tulip field muse. Carol and I like the Impressionists style. We had lots of fun playing with the blend of colours and keeping our paintings loose.Read more "Tuesdays with Carol–Tulips"