The Journey Begins…

For the last few days, I have found myself reminiscing over how my journey into writing all began. If I think about it, I have always made up stories. As a child, I would spend hours with a tape recorder making up plays for my Barbies to act out. Yes, I’m really that old. Shame my mother still doesn’t have those tapes. There were probably some real gems on them.Read More

Sometimes you have to just laugh, or you’ll cry.

There are some mornings that you should just stay in bed. I believe this morning was one of them.

Wee... Wait... How did I get down here?

Wee… Wait… How did I get down here?

This morning, the lovely city of Christchurch woke up to thin layers of ice everywhere. I should probably inform you that my driveway never sees the sun, so every winter, we get ice on the driveway. This morning was no different. My husband had put my truck out on the road (so he could get to his car) which meant the kids and I needed to walk down the slippery drive. My daughter slipped, but luckily stayed upright. We get to the truck and the handles had frozen over. My son and daughter had to combine their strengths to open the back door. It was hilarious to watch. Heave. Ho. Heave. Ho. And fly backward as the door flies open.Read More

I need to go to the Jacks…

Recently, I enjoyed a movie night with my family, watching the 1986 film Short Circuit. I remember going to see this film when it first came out in the cinema. It is filled with humour that all can enjoy. (My dad’s favourite line is, “Great Software.” He’s a computer geek.)

Public toilet sign outside Mansfield Park in Fielding, New Zealand

Public toilet sign outside Mansfield Park in Fielding, New Zealand

Anyway, I have seen this film many times over the years, but I never realised how much toilet humour peppered its lines. One joke in particular I just now understand, and it’s only because of my research into the names for toilet.Read More

Overwhelmed with choices: What should I use to wipe my ass?

Toilet Paper

On a recent trip to the grocery store, my husband and I stood in the middle of the isle where you find all the toilet paper, trying to decide what to actually buy. It’s an isle that runs half the length of the store, and my local grocery store is size of a city block. Honestly, how could there be so many choices out there on what we use to wipe our asses with?Read More

Mark of Baeya - signed

The Mark of Baeya

It is the goal of many writers to create a visual image in their readers’ minds using the power of the written language. For me, I know I’m reading a good book when I no longer see the words on the page, but rather a movie created by my imagination plays before my eyes. For an excellent book, I also hear sounds.

But how do writers get the inspiration for these vivid scenes they write? How do they know if the scene they’re painting with words is the scene that is playing in their readers’ heads? Many of my fellow writers have notebooks filled with sketches that they were attempting to describe with words, but needed another medium to help them find the adjectives. Me… I can’t draw, not unless you want to consider technical drawing as drawing — which I suppose it technically is (pun intended), but not quite what I’m talking about here. A bunch of lines and curves with dimensions most of the time is boring to look at and not the inspiration that I seek as a writer.

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