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Working Notes – December 12, 2011

I’m one of those writers who doesn’t believe in writer’s block.  I don’t think it exists as an independent condition.  If a writer can’t bring herself to write, then there’s an underlying reason for the “block”.  Resolve that base reason, and the writer will be able to write again. But there isn’t a disease that […]

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Working Notes – November 7, 2011

Happy Birthday, Barbara Ann Cooper.  My Mum. My Mum lives in Australia, and believe it or not, she reads every single one of my posts, although some of them have to crisp the hair in her nostrils!  She also keeps every copy of every one of my books that I give her, but I know

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Working Notes – October 31, 2011

An Unsettling Thought Or Two For Your Halloween Trick Or Treat This post was going to be about something else entirely.   It was going to be about the fact that one of the world’s greatest magicians — Harry Houdini  — capped off his brilliant career by dying on the most auspicious day of the year

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Working Notes – October 18, 2011

Blood Stone is progressing slowly.  I’m not pushing to get vast wordage down fast on this one, even though I’m usually keen to make progress as quickly as possible, because there’s so much new in my life just now that everything is so…well, unsettled.  So I’m content with baby steps. The new job is also

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Enz of Editions…New Editions, New Covers. News.

Split Enz, the Aussie/Kiwi punk/rock/vaudeville/swing band from the ‘7os and ’80s, released their first compilation album to mark their tenth anniversary, in 1983.  They called it Enz of an Era, thinking it was a fitting tribute to ten good years. Which it was. They had no idea at the time that Split Enz would be

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i have seen the writing on the wall…

Try imagining a city chopped in half by a bloody great wall, where everyone on the other side never got to cross over to your side, except under the strictest control and paranoia.  They lived with restricted personal freedoms that we take so much for granted we barely recognize them as freedoms.  They just are.

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Gone

So you may have wondered about the abrupt and echoing silence that has been my major form of communication for a while. Chirping crickets have been louder, I know. There are generally two reasons that bloggers go silent — either they’ve suddenly discovered that blogging is really hard  and they lose interest in it.  Posts

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