Grandpa’s office (Friday Fictioneers)


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Boxes, folders, papers and…

‘Check this out! It’s a pronghorn sheep!’

‘That’s not a pronghorn you idiot, it’s a longhorn.’

‘You two have no idea. It’s a stronghorn. I read about them in at school.’

Triplets are supposed to be close. Finish each other’s sentences. Read minds!

But all they ever did was fight.

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The Blog Hop – why I write and other notes about writing

It’s time to do my very own ‘Blog Hop’ where I answer 6 questions that reveal my writing process and why I write. Kel from the Naughty Corner of Social Niceties posted her blog hop last week and kindly passed the baton to me.

I’ve also nominated three of my favourite bloggers (and favourite people, come to think of it) to do the same.

It's Blog Hop time! Image by Dean McCoy at

It’s Blog Hop time!
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1. Why do I write?

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Unicorns and rainbows (Friday Fictioneers)

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“There’s a unicorn who lives in a stable above the clouds and his name is Paul and he visits me just before I go to sleep at night and every boy has his own unicorn.”

His older sister scoffs and says, “There’s no such thing as unicorns.”

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The Story Behind the Scenes

Jessie Ansons:

A lovely little write up about our group that meets once a fortnight. I agree with Maree: this is one successful little group!

Originally posted on A Writer's Mental Notes:

Behind the stories there’s a group of enthusiastic writers working hard.  Once a fortnight in a house in Newcastle, seven writers gather to share their work, offer encouragement, critique and constructive criticism.

It’s a wonderful opportunity to be part of such an industrious group of people. We range in, age, experience, genre and even gender. But our common thread is our passion for writing.

I’ve found it so important to share ideas, knowledge, fears, hopes and dreams. The support of a writing group can be valuable for improving writing skills, boosting confidence, challenging thoughts and having fun.

Together we’ve achieved so much in a short time; we’ve won numerous competitions, prizes, awards, commendations, been published in newspapers, online, e-books, hard-cover books and attended public events, live reads and radio shows.

We are a force to be reckoned with!

I enjoy a balance of spending time writing alone, coupled with the…

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The old farmhouse (Friday Fictioneers)


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‘But the man said you shouldn’t go in the old farmhouse, Justin…’

‘Our one source of light and warmth is about burn out, we have no more firewood and it’s going to be a cold night. There’s bound to be some old planks in the farmhouse we can use.’

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What’s the one thing you’d do…

…if you knew you wouldn’t fail?

You may have been asked this before. It’s the type of thing that’s asked at the beginning of motivational business conferences as the ‘icebreaker’. Or it’s written in curly font with butterflies on a meme shared around Facebook getting one million likes and comments such as ‘so true’ and ‘luv this’.

But have you ever taken a moment to sit back and think… what’s the one thing you would do if knew you wouldn’t fail?

Do it now. Think of an answer!

Then I’ll let you read on.

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The black sheep of the family (Friday Fictioneers)

This week I’ve written a reply to Mr Binks’ story Docked Her which can be read here (Mr Binks did this with my story last week… and oh what fun it can be!)


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She wanted to tell her father. But there was never a good moment. If he wasn’t at the dental surgery he was away fishing on the high seas.

Dad was a dentist and a fisherman. Just like his father. And father’s father.

But she wanted something else. He just wouldn’t understand.

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