Writing Woes

Quiet historic Raymoth lane where I lived

Eunice today – age70


It grieves me that I do not have the discipline, or an agent in lieu, to be a succesful writer. I t writing. I hate editing. Actually I can no longer see to edit. 

The answer is to find an agent who appoints an editor… or some other excuse. Mills and Boon are still waIting for a second book they invited me to submit when they said my first submission, Island of Flowers, did not have enough coflict (they had a format). 

That book is a romance featuring Poinsettia Garland (known as Pansy – the reason is in the book) and the notorious (in the family) page 22; “A we bit lis” – Auntie Joan. The hero is a French flower importer, tall, and pretty cool. He is not a pansy by the way.

 It is even ‘fini’, with a happy ending and all. Are you on the scent? I need to get it at least on Kindle before cd disks are no longer legible. 

Or do I join up the two halves of my historical novel, loosely based on some family details given to me by my beloved Nev on his death bed? No joke. It is an Australian multicultural historical novel. Sort of topical now.

I have written are loads of memoirs, some printed and collated into a book. Or ‘Ruth’s Garden’ – .poems and photos that I printed and sold through the local nursery. Oh it goes on. 

My family inherits, unwillingly, a large plastic bin of various manuscripts, plus disks and.scraps of handwritten paper containing spontaneous ‘poyums’ that got no further. Plus a fat folder of published stories and poems, ten anthologies and several magazines containing my work. I am not a failure at writing, just at the business of writing, and publishing.

One has to have a life to become a writer, or be observant enough to write about other people’s, but the crucial point is to write it down, print it out, get it published, and hopefully make it pay; that being the only measure os success in this day and age.

I have had too much life in my life. No one argues that. Point is, I have worn myself out having that life, so need to sit my backache down at the laptop, block out the four lanes of hurtling expressway only a few metres from my window, and get on with it. But not right now.

On the other hand, I was beginning to make a name for myself as a freelance journalist (Eunice Hobson. Pre-Google). I racketed around the countryside in my Datsun Stanza taking rolls of black and white film for The Land to print and publish…oh lots of stuff in my scrapbook. I even had my byline and got paid! I will tell you about that next time


All In The Attitude

Meeting up with oldest most inspirational friend in Hamilton as she is catching the train down to shop for a swimsuit in the trendy swimwear shop to wear for her swimming exercise at the local gym. My swimsuit hangs in the wardrobe having never seen daylight, let alone water. Gwen meets her health issues head on and keeps going. After two hours total sleep I am struggling to get ready and go worship at the feet of this geriatric goddess! Just battling my way into one swimsuit in Spandex would require a lie down for me but the walk along the shopping street and good coffee will loosen me up and Gwen is a tonic at any time. So much to talk about and will come back determined to step up my exercise – after a lie down! 

Coping With Xmas

 Xmas is not a good time for me, for many reasons, and I am one of many. Apart from the joy of the Christmas story I can’t wait for all the hype to be over. These days giving presents can be more of a competition than giving unconditional love, and to many, many children it is a time of poverty. The modern Xmas is cruel. Rant over.

So why so maudlin? This is the first time I have found that I cant do something as easy as decorating a tree, because both my wrists shake too much both to hold the delicate ornaments and my vision is distorted so things aren’t always where they think they are. It came as a shock, because I was only trying to glue these stars on the marble tree. BUT..I persisted, and did it. It isn’t as fancy as I planned but hey, I still have two hands, two eyes (one blind but with enough peripheral vision that I don’t walk into walls though I do catch corners). I am not in a wheelchair, and I am in total awe of those achievers who are. 

I am a bit sad that this year I didn’t do any craft work for gifts this but I am working on an alternative. Surprise! I am grateful for the many years I had as an artist, and for the many things I was able to make with my gift. I have hundreds of photos I took of them for the record. 

I am merely growing old, and grumpy. But also grateful, and I want you to do today what you were going to do tomorrow, because you never know, and it is called making memories.

In the meantime I am off to make a cop of tea, which is becoming a challenge, and not only am I assembling this (below), but using my long-handled grabber to place the Xmas ornaments in it as the alternative to a proper tree. Watch this space. We WILL have a Happy Christmas just not a consumerism-driven one! Love. Xx

Ornothological Shenanikins (as we say in Scotland)

Just saw he funniest thing as the storm is passing The big black bird, a currawong called Englebert was on his usual afternoon perch in the jacaranda opposite, which was swaying alarmingly. He seemed to be having fun then suddenly swung upside down with one wing outstretched. At first I thought he was caught,as he blew back and forth-but noticed the cool wind and rain were getting under his feathers as they blew up.  Then he tried with both wings, hanging totally upside down. Englebert was taking a shower! The rain got harder just as I got up to get the ipad video, and he has taken shelter. I will never get that opportunity agan. My own trapeze artist, with a lovely clean tummy.

I am not totaly convinced Englebert is a currowong, dut to my impaired vision. He could be a raven.


Redhead Beach is not far from here. It is not as popular as the main beaches, and the surf can get rough. It is also near a small island where sharks like to hang out and breed. Hence the icreased number of sightings close to the beach.

Global warming and all that. 

The surf club is trialling drone surveillance in addition to the usual Surf Club monitoring and aerial reconnaisace.

So Barb was swimming there the other day, as you do, having a lovely time and keeping fit as well.

She is petite, and looking down at her sleek black one-piece thought: “I look like a seal! Sharks like seals.”

At that instant the siren went off. Shark sighted, leave the water! Barb couldn’t hit the beach fast enough, along with all the swimmers (between the flags), and the surfers. They are not so blase’ since the recent spate of attacks along the coast.

It turned out to be a hammerhead shark only a metre from the beach. Not sure if they eat pink black and blonde seals but Barb will be wearing bright swimmers (swimsuits) in future, as recommended.

And of course they will all be back in the water.

This is ‘Straya’ after all.

Info on hammerhead sharks