I’m still working on the endless edit of my book “IN BED WITH MILLIE” and feel it in my bones that I am reaching an end to it.  I’m not saying its ended because others than myself will have to cast their unbiased and less emotionally connected to it views.  However, it is a journey, one that has driven me for three years already.  My gosh, it was going to be a silly little sexy fun book distraction from my main memoire. Having just finished battling through ’50 Shades of you know what….” I felt that surely I can make a sexy saga more palatable, now, I don’t know.  Its strange that when you begin to write how the story decides to take on a life of its own and go running down the rabbit hole and you have to chase it like crazy banging away on the computer keys or tearing after it with pen and pad.                                               I feel that writing is like cooking, you start with a recipe, get the ingredients, fiddle about with them in the right container, boil it, bake it, roast it, fry it or any other way the recipe tells you and you’ve done it right, it comes out delicious and if not, you have an unpalatable mess.  Others, may love it, hate it or be totally indifferent to it, its all a matter of taste.

A sunny day has finally arrived over my suburb and I can hear my garden guy doing something buzzing out there, I hope the lizards are safe.  I am about to get into slash and create with Millie who is waiting for me on my silver Mac Air laptop.  All the procrastinations are over, breakfast, play with the dog, checkup emails and facebook comments and I know that the minute I open the computer lid and continue with Millie’s journey, the phone will ring and I will probably answer it, my advice would be don’t answer the phone, its India or Phillipines telling you that you have been chosen to change your phone provider to them or it could be a friend with a long list of medical needs.

Millie is about to have a very erotic first time with her long time elusive love and its not on a bed either and I am about to enter the ‘other’ world of my imagination.

What are you writing or planning to?  It would be wonderful if you could share with us your writing, I hope that it is as much a pleasure for you to develop your ideas and creativities as it is for me.

Happy Writings



Writing on the River

Hello Haha again,

I am organising for a day of writing sailing on the river.  I feel that we can be greatly inspired by drifting along, looking at water and sky, surrounded by the greenery on the shoreline.  I would love to have your feedback on if you would like to book for the one day river writing cruise.



About my writings


Someone once said to me that when she got pregnant she noticed that there were more pregnant women than ever before and wondered if there was a sudden epidemic of pregnancy.

I have now come across a similar epidemic, that of people writing. They are writing their websites, books, short stories, poems, a novel, memoir and whatever else pours out of their imaginations.  Most share the dream of being published and read by a wider audience.  I count myself amongst them.

I have held a pen, pencil, biro and any other writing implement I can clutch between my fingers to attack virginal pages with outpouring of my perceived inner creative genius that at times is also an ideas pauper.

Way back then, I wrote songs, one miraculously became a huge hit song which has followed my down the years and surprises me that some people still remember and the odd radio jock plays on the airwaves.  For several years thats what I was, a songwriter with several more songs recorded and hit the airwaves.

I always felt compelled to write something, I have folders full of what I call my scribblings, lying asleep in dark corners of my cupboards, forgotten words and ideas that I felt had to be written without thought of their final outcome. It was more a journey than an objective.

Along with all my scribbling came the endless diary heart wrenching outpourings of whatever stood between me and my perfect life. I wrote more lyrics, observations of life, people and whatever my eyes or thoughts rested on in their endless pursuits of my curiosity and musing about what a peculiar planet we inhabit.

I stopped for a while when I got married, husbands can have that effect and then the writing resumed with colorful curses towards my disappointing ex.

Still the pen flowed, the typewriter clacked, some articles got published whilst here are a couple of volumes were waiting to be born.

The practicalities of my varied careers demanded promotion material to be written for myself and people that I nurtured so I composed brochures to entice a buying public. Later came the speeches and more diaries of emotional catharsis the pages of my personal journeys.

Short stories invaded my electric typewriter to find their way into odd publications until one day I began to write a memoir, oh no, not another memoir but it was not so much about me but my incredibly interesting colourful and talented partner and our challenging journey together.

My original little boxy black and white computer grew up to become a sophisticated mac desktop and now lightweight mac Air.

I am returning to the memoir whilst waiting for publishers to respond to what was to be a ‘quickie’ sexy funny novel that was motivated by the badly written, humungously popular “Fifty Shades of you-know-what.” Sitting alongside me either in my little office or my faourite café, has been my little furry friend who has been nosing his way through an anthology of productive doggy tails, I bet he sniffs out a publisher before I do.

That’s my story about writing and I realize that write because I have to. Whats your story?

I would love to have this blog available for you share your writing history.