Blogger recognition award


A few days ago Sue Vincent included me in her list for the blogger recognition award. I don’t do the award thingy as a general rule but this is more like a way of saying thank you to the people who interact on our blogs and make the whole thing turn, swing, sing and inspire. So thank you, Sue, one of the inspirations I’ve found since I’ve been blogging. And I still can’t quite get my head around the idea that we lived just around the corner from one another when we were teenagers and maybe queued up together at the same chippie on a Saturday night.


This is the to do list:


  1. Thank the blogger(s) who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  2. Write a post to show your award.
  3. Give a brief story of how your blog started.
  4. Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
  5. Select up to fifteen bloggers you want to give this award to.
  6. Comment (or pingback) on each blog to let them know that you’ve nominated them and provide a link to the post you’ve created.


The blog started when I got my first publisher in 2012 and realised I had to come out of my garret. It began as a vehicle for the soon-to-be-published book, and I quickly found I really enjoyed it, especially the possibility of using photos and other illustrations to make a piece of blatant promotion more appealing. The notion was a difficult one to accept, much too reminiscent of getting out on the floor and dancing. Somebody might be watching! Well, yeah, and someone might be reading your blog too, dumbwit. That’s the point. But unlike dancing and hoping to catch the eye of someone you fancy, while possibly making an utter fool of yourself, blogging is really quite sedate, mannerly and generous-spirited. I took photos of the place where I lived, four-legged companions, and even plucked up the nerve to start writing and publishing poetry. Before I knew it, I was a fully paid up member of the blogosphere.


Giving advice is always fraught with hubris and ridicule. Who am I to advise anyone about anything except perhaps how to handle several pre-school age tots at once 24 hours a day 7 days a week, or what to expect from an adopted Galgo with a broken childhood liable to panic attacks in the presence of humans, or maybe what a load of my eye the whole mystique of the wine cult is. About blogging, all I can do is repeat what I have got out of it, the pleasure of having a place to toss out ideas for a novel, experiment with poetry and writing in all its forms, bore people other than family with snaps of the cat, and to vent about anything and everything. It’s a pleasure, like a scrapbook held up for the world (well, a few followers) to see and comment on. Just make it worth the read.

Don’t forget to cherish the friendship blogging brings either. You will probably never meet the vast majority of people you exchange comments, congratulations and commiserations with, but it will feel as if you know them as well as family (and like them better than some). You can count on blogger friends. They will read your books even when your own kith and kin find a million other things they have to do instead. They’ll encourage and help when you’re not sure you’ve got something right. They will put themselves out and give their time because that’s what friends do. Make sure you take their friendship for real.

This is a very short list of some of the people I would like to thank for just being themselves. Incidentally, they also have blogs worth a visit.


Merril, Kerfe,Willow, Candice, Claudia, Holly, clcouch (Robin), Mr Platypus, Damien, Liz, Ken, Lynn, Bojana, Paul, Colleen, Goff, Michael.  Some of you have private blogs, but you are (private) friends nonetheless.

Blog award, editing, and poems

Today has been momentous. First Ali Isaac presents me with our story collection to begin the editing, then The Ogham Stone literary journal asks me for a bio to complete my entry in their spring 2015 issue, and now Sally Cronin has nominated me for an award. The deal was, award or flowers, and being in the throes of editing, and being a flower nut, I took the flowers. Here they are. Gorgeous, aren’t they? In thanks and appreciation, have a poem, Sally.


When I try to pin down the wind
I taste the salt words on my tongue
Feel the leaf rustle on my skin
See the dimpled water rush beneath its breath.
Under the cold, cloud-cluttered sky,
Trees wait stoically for the spring,
And in some garden,
Sheltered by a hedge
Where robins dart and blackbirds dig,
Flowers bloom
And I have no words to paint the joy
Of such colour on a winter’s day.

Please pop over to Sally’s blog here and meet some of the other bloggers she has chosen to nominate.

Goodbye 2014


Last day of 2014—I’d just like to say thank you to everyone who has contributed to this blog over the past year. According to the WordPress stats, if each view was a bum on a seat, you’d have filled the Sydney Opera House six times over. Why WordPress believes I have a particular affection for the Sydney Opera House, I don’t know, but the image is gratifying anyway.
Blogging has been a great source of encouragement to me. I write, but can’t/won’t/don’t promote, and blogging gives me a creative outlet that doesn’t translate into sales, or rankings that have to be maintained. It has given me somewhere to post my attempts at poetry without having to take the plunge and get a whole batch of it published seriously.
You have been indulgent with my occasional rants, encouraging with my poetry and writing, and generous with your feedback over book covers and blurbs, and sharing posts. Although I’ve tried to give back a bit in terms of inviting guest bloggers, interviews and book reviews, I’m aware that it’s a drop in the ocean compared to what I have received from you.
Being a writer without the backup of a team—a publisher and its list of authors and editors—is a lonely business. Or it would be without my blogger friends. You have been my team. You’ve helped me keep going. We might not be going anywhere fast, but I’m sure we’re going somewhere. When we arrive, I’ll know who to thank.

Have a great 2015.