Glad to be working from home

One the joys of taking some time out to be a full time writer is not having to face the commute to and from work everyday.  This morning Melbourne woke to torrential rain, thunder and lightening.  The roads were completely congested (according to the reports on the radio) and the train system was in chaos and was running about an hour behind schedule (It should be noted that this is a standard train system response to any unexpected change in the weather). Me, I made myself a coffee at about eight a.m., listened to the radio report and then walked into my office – I hope that you are all jealous 🙂


Rubber Shoes – no not the groovy Rubber Soul record

This is a totally off topic whinge, but it is something that has been bothering me for some time.  With the warmer months creeping up on us here in the Southern Hemisphere, the influx of the thong is upon us. No I am not talking about the skimpy undergarment often favoured by those with butt checks resembling a pair of blancmanges being transported by a camel galloping across rough terrain (although these present another visual feast for the unsuspecting); I am referring to the plastic/rubberised “footwear” (aka “Jandals” to our NZ friends).


There is something really special about hearing the rhythmic slapping of the thong against sweaty feet.  It simply says “Bogan Summer”.

Now although plastic “footwear” may seem worthy of a whinge on its own, this is not my main gripe.  What I find totally fascinating is why nobody seems to have a correctly fitting pair.  These delights are not expensive.  They are readily available.  They do actually come in a wide range of widths and sizes, and yet so many seem to have a pair which is painfully small, or so ridiculously large that it looks like they are walking in a pair of canoes.

If you have any idea why there is such a sizing issue with thongs please let me know.

Still I guess it is a slightly better fashion statement than badly drawn tattoos, or those men/boys who insist on not wearing a shirt in public – why is it always the skinny or pigeon chested or really tubby chaps who think that this is a good look? (Oh and just in case you think I am only picking on the chaps, lassies with fat thighs (and you can be thin and still have fat thighs) should reconsider short-shorts and mini skirts – please – really – look in the mirror – ask a friend).

Whinge over – back to writing.

Draft Cover – The Persian Bottle

I have set up a draft cover (front and back) for my children’s book.  I am aware that if it gets accepted PB Cover v1 colourby a commercial publisher that I will not have much say in the final look – bPB Back Cover v1 colourut if I have to self publish then I need to have something ready to go.  These are looking a bit crappy and washed out because I had to load really low resolution versions into the blog.  I will do the smart thing and load them larger files into a proper server and put in a URL link – but this is what you have for now. Any comments and/or feedback appreciated.