Finding this so hard, to précis my thoughts on this book. Should have done it the minute I put it down two days ago. That’s when the real, connected emotion was fresh. Having a go now… So there’s this beautiful Polish born woman who has fallen in love with South African literature and South Africa… Continue reading BOOK REVIEW: THE FIFTH MRS BRINK
. The term ‘umbilicus’, otherwise known as the belly button is the point of attachment for the umbilical cord to the embryo. Everyone has one. Everyone was once tied to a woman who gave them life- their birth mother. But not everyone has the privilege of knowing who that is. And that must be agonizing.… Continue reading BOOK REVIEW: UMBILICUS: PAULA GRUBEN: A brave tale of discovery and identity
At 5.30am I stood in the relative dark on Main Road along with another couple of thousand runners – about 27000 apparently. I’d been up at 4.15am, had a cup of coffee and a banana and debated with myself about which top to wear over my vest and pinned race number. What to do with… Continue reading Three R’s: Running, Rhinos and wRiting
BEAR WITH ME ON THIS ONE. IT'S LONGER than usual but IMPORTANT but as usual, UNEDITED. We are living in strange and uncertain times. Isn’t it always so? We make history in some way or another every single day in relative terms which will impact someone, somewhere in a future which, today, cannot be known,… Continue reading your one wild and precious life
I’ve just come out of a steaming hot shower. The glass doors in my bedroom are still steaming and misted over, so you know how keen I was to get to my laptop to get this one out. As I’m soaping and re- soaping, having gone down my right shin at least three times (do… Continue reading Can we say Virginia Woolf was vain?
What is vengeance worth? This whole Pistorius/Steenkamp tragedy has my stomach in knots. Horrific things happen daily around the world: crazy, disturbed people walk into gay clubs and shoot indiscriminately, religious groups kill over belief / land/power, another madman shoots a beautiful young British MP, planes are hijacked, people are murdered, raped. But this one… Continue reading For the sake of my own sanity
In pursuance of my obsession to learn more about the writing craft, hours are spent in relative silence hunched over my laptop with my reliable friend Mr G. Mr Google. He and I appear face to face and then he greets me with his little blue circling google dance and we wait to see what… Continue reading Don’t you DIE to go on a writer’s retreat?
With one month of 2016 gone already and nearly half of Feb... Yikes! Here are some things I learnt: That writing a book is flippin’ hard. If I thought of using the other F- word for how hard it is, this would be about the right time to use it but I'm not a big… Continue reading What things did you learn in January 2016? 20 things I did.
With the smell of gammon, cinnamon and cloves bubbling on the stove, it feels like Christmas all over again as I await the arrival of my 16 year old daughter from a month long exchange in Germany. But January it is and so, the arrival of a new year for plans, goals, dreams and future… Continue reading Synchronicity and 2016: unedited.
Time to reFlect so it appears For not only is it that month of year, But sometimes people pop into your space When you least expect it Like on the way down from a cloudy full moon sky. His name was Captain, he said as he filled up our car, Smiling and humming, it was… Continue reading ReFlecting on twenty FiFteen