Monthly Archives: August 2008

I read a post by the Shifty Shadow just now that was about hope.  And what hope means.  And especially what hope means for people in my kind of woods. It struck a chord so deeply with me that I … Continue reading →

The opening night of the annual Save the Children Fund Book Sale at the University of Western Australia Undercroft is not for the fainthearted. Held in late winter, the threat of rain is feasible and the likelihood of being quite … Continue reading →

Wow, time on my hands and I am not yet so tired I need to fall asleep in my cocoa.  With one eye on the Olympics (Australia v Japan in the softball – we lost) and DH off playing soccer … Continue reading →

I’m on a roll now, so I may as well keep going while I have the chance.  I also wanted to put down for posterity the kind of week I normally get myself into.  This week seems as good an … Continue reading →

Last week, (or was it now the week before last?) I began reading Julia Cameron’s The Right to Write.  The chapter on snatching small moments of time in which to write struck home for me.  I feel as though I … Continue reading →

Keep trying. None of them think it is just bad luck, but they also say there is no indication that the endeavour is completely hopeless either.  Although none can actually pinpoint where my body is going wrong, we have come … Continue reading →