Written 1 April, 2020 Twenty-four hours of hard. The power crashed last night at 11pm. K texted me in the cabin, I ran up to the main house and switched on the generator, saying it was just for half an hour, hoping against hope that J&T close by down the track could… Continue reading…
Day 13. Written March 31, 2020. GG is still not home but I’m nervous about my NIDA lecture this afternoon to playwrights because I’m again addressing weird things that happen in the creating brain- weird, not considered normal – although who knows what people in moments experience?- and in the usual course of things,… Continue reading…
Day 9 G is staying one more day before he goes back to the city. But that day begins in disappointment. In the fish trap that goes up and down like a blind, which would catch enough fish for even the neighbours, we catch only leaves and a long stick. Worse, again there are no… Continue reading…
Written March 26, 2020. A baby goanna takes a lively interest in our untidy deck. For my life as a farmer: There’s a line of 3 or 4 green spikes, like little green tweezers. Perhaps they are spinach-lings. To be sure, I plant 6 seeds in the damp soil of one of the pots… Continue reading…
Day 4 Written March 24 2020 My new life as a farmer : the spinach seeds haven’t showed little tips in a line, but I water assiduously. I told my students I was watering them assiduously and Anne warned: “keep the soil damp but not waterlogged”. I squat and consider the puddles; have I water… Continue reading…
Written 21/3/20 I always wake early. I always lie looking at the water, marvelling at being here. I always listen to the deep blue silence and remember that we’re out of the city. And then memory comes to me, creeping, slithering, snaking. What’s happening in the city, the city and the people we love. What… Continue reading…
Blog in the time of the virus 20/3/20 Running away to wilderness Our plan is to run away to a hideaway in a bay in the Hawkesbury River, a bay that’s a bite out of the Mugamora National Park, with wilderness all around, the sun for power and the rain for water because it’s completely… Continue reading…
Three sleeps off How do I feel? I ask. I’m in awe that something as vast and sprawling as this is finish-able, at least so it can be launched and other people will see it, and judge it, and use it. I remember stumbling along the kilometre or so of cracked suburban footpaths from my… Continue reading…
We’ve slipped out. We’re slipping out, emailing author friends, showing them the site, asking them to join. For 24 shining hours I felt that I was now ready to die with joy. Then the videos started playing up again, perfection” so hard to maintain, but MPS fixed them in thee days. (we’d held up the… Continue reading…
Is anyone out there still reading this never-ending story?- perhaps only those trying like us to set up a very interactive website with emails and skype session between two countries. Be warned. It all started innocently with book subject categories being generated by Thorpe Bowker and put in both the authorform and the authorstore. I… Continue reading…