“Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artist’s true friend. What people somehow (inadvertently, I’m sure) forgot to mention when we were children was that we need to make messes in order to find out who we are and why we are here — and, by extension, what we’re supposed … Continue reading A Journey Begins With 200,000 Words
30 Seconds To Mars - Year Zero Scorched - The Christmas Fires of New South Wales. The credits rolled up the screen and the creature stirred within once again. Slowly she stood, flicked the switch on the remote and for a moment stood staring unseeing at the blank screen. A sigh and then the now … Continue reading Let It Burn
I don’t want the puppy biting me overly hard because she doesn’t understand the already strength of her own jaws. I just want to bury my face in her wiry fur and cuddle her. I don’t want to have to keep separating the pup and the basset because they’re irritating each other to potentially dangerous … Continue reading The Scribbler does not want…
With the eldest daughter moved back home (and still jobless) and the youngest back from boarding school for a two week term break, along with the man working from home to be nearer to the sites he’s overseeing, each day has felt like someone has scooped up a handful of confetti and tossed it up … Continue reading Life In Fragments
"They taped over your mouth, scribbled out the truth with their lies, your little spies..." (Crush - Paramore) While taken out of context to the song’s intention. Nothing has ever held more truth for me than that line. Why is it that we allow our mouths to be taped shut and our voices never heard … Continue reading Freedom Of Speech?
I am the type of person for whom music is a very integral part of my life. More often than not it either inspires me to begin writing something or a track or song will simply fit in with something I happen to be writing at the time. The same can be said about some … Continue reading Born This Way
Preface - In going through my Writing folder on my external, I came across this piece that I wrote as an internal whap across my head when our middle daughter left home for the first time as a means to pull myself back into line. And while there are no daughters leaving home this day, … Continue reading Writing: Ten Home Truths – A Lecture To Myself