Day 4 PiBoIdMo

Day 4 of PiBoIdMo, hanging out at my keyboard and my online homes, staring at the dragon my daughter made me and thinking about a weekend full of a social catch up and meeting up with Write links- the wonderful writing group for children and young adults I have connected with since moving to Brisbane.Continue reading “Day 4 PiBoIdMo”

PiBoIdMo and all that jazz

Album: Public I’ve done Nanowrimo (that novel is stil waiting for a reboot as a young adult fantasy piece).  What an experience that was. Those characters still call me and say,  ‘when are you going to do something about me?’ ‘Sorry guys I will listen to you soon, promise, on my to do list, ‘ Continue reading “PiBoIdMo and all that jazz”

We are made of tears

Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
ZedettaArt  Bereavement Room A room to pretend for a short time we had a normal family life our baby celebrating with us but there’s no sound of her tears what we would give for her cries. In that space we discover small gifts from those who have lost their loved…