Started the day in Narrandera, where the researchers from the ANU were back to trap an adult parrot so they could put a tracker on him. They wanted the male of the species … and the researcher explained in a sympathetic tone that the poor dad was only trying to feed his family and was… Continue reading Bingo @ the Rock
Tag: writing
A Writing Life is a Solitary One
Lettes Bay - the view from the decking I know this. Like countless writers before me, I understand how lonely the road can be. Forget the wild parties with the intense debates over politics. Forget the struggling artiste stereotype. Writing is work. Hard work. Like any artist, writers labour over their creations, forging something from… Continue reading A Writing Life is a Solitary One
Standing Stones, Ancient Sorrows
What I didn’t know when I rolled into Glen Innes was how familiar this small town would feel. From about ten kilometres outside its boundary, I felt an ancestral echo I can only describe as familiar — organic, internal. Strange, but something I won’t forget soon. Before arriving, I didn’t know Glen Innes is the… Continue reading Standing Stones, Ancient Sorrows
When ‘enough’ means letting go
The art of knowing when to stop holding on Written in my final three weeks at Motel Strahan, when my body began whispering that it was time to go. This morning, I woke with one thought pulsing: three weeks to go. Three weeks until I finish at Motel Strahan. I’ve offered to clean on my last day,… Continue reading When ‘enough’ means letting go
Bin Chickens (a.k.a. the Naughty Birds)
Van life / Road life reality So, yesterday I took a photo of what I thought was a sacred ibis. But it was white. I’m familiar with this birdlife from the peninsula in Victoria where I’m based, but I’d never seen a white one before. I watched it, photographed it, cropped the pic, and sent… Continue reading Bin Chickens (a.k.a. the Naughty Birds)
On Writing Well
After only two chapters of Zissner’s book, I know my writing holds too much clutter. Anyone who knows me knows clutter is a personal issue. I am at war with clutter in my home. To consider it a bane of good writing is a surprise.
Christine Writer 