Rambling, writing

A Dose of Adulting

When you write a book, it's amazing. Or at least, I find it amazing - a sense of rightness, of knowing that this is what I'm meant to be doing. I'm not really me if I'm not crafting a world, a story, pushing characters and polishing sentences. It's hard work, but it's the best kind… Continue reading A Dose of Adulting

Aislinn’s Shadow, Rambling, Sorcery and Stardust, The Kin Chronicles, The Weaver’s War, writing

ARR 2020 – The Adventure Begins

Well, the cat is now out of the bag - I can officially announce that I’ll be having an author table at the 2020 Australian Romance Reader’s Association’s annual event, A Romantic Rendezvous. For those not in the know, this is a yearly event in which authors from a variety of romance genres and sub-genres… Continue reading ARR 2020 – The Adventure Begins

Rambling

Attack of the Holidays

I honestly had plans to write something fun and creative this week, but I forgot one very important thing - the school holidays are here! I adore the school holidays. ADORE them. Having my two beautiful babies home with me every day and no reason to leave the house? What could be better? Still, the… Continue reading Attack of the Holidays

Dante, writing

Four Weeks To Go

Scenery passed by in a blur of dappled light and shade, and I drummed my fingers mindlessly on the steering wheel as I hummed along to the music. “Boo.” “Ahhhh!” I tried to jump clean out of my chair, but was prevented (thankfully) by the seatbelt. After a moment to calm my racing heart and… Continue reading Four Weeks To Go

writing

How We Get To Where We Are

I’ve been living stories as long as I can remember, telling them from the moment I could talk, writing them from the moment I could clumsily grip a crayon. Growing up, I had a story in every book, folder and notepad I owned. I’d jot them on the back of shopping lists (mum still has… Continue reading How We Get To Where We Are

Rambling

Welcome To My Life

I woke with the sudden and uncomfortable understanding that I was not alone. Blinking into the darkness, I threw a cautious arm across the bed. Nothing. From outside the bedroom, the softest crinkle of the holland blinds, made by fingers pushing them furtively aside. I peeled back the quilt and rolled out of bed, shambling… Continue reading Welcome To My Life