Aug
07

I met Carolyn though my husband. Anthony was agisting cattle on her husbands property and I think (other than Anthony) she was one of the first people I met, when I arrived in Esperance as a “scared-but-never-going-to-admit-it, don’t-you-know-I’m-tough” nineteen year old! For that, I will be forever grateful!

It didn’t take us long to become firm friends after discovering we had many things in common; reading and books being just a couple!

Cal and I just ‘clicked’ – I know that sounds cliché, but it’s true. She has been my dearest and ‘bestest’ friend for over seventeen years now and I couldn’t imagine my life without her. In fact, I just won’t!

So a little about our friendship and why, to me, she is a ‘rainbow of inspiration, achievement and hope’.

Cal and I are like chalk and cheese! She’s a real right brain girl; organised, logical – a list girl! (And she ticks off the jobs as she’s done them! If I write a list, I’m likely to lose it!)

I’m the ditzy left brainer, always charging round with ideas in my head and without a proper plan. Ploughing through my overflowing desk, never making real headway and making it to the school bus with seconds to spare.

But Cal is an inspiration to me because of the way she raises her children, because of the way she runs many different businesses from her home and because she can be so organised and in control – she knows when it’s time for her say ‘no, I busy, I’m spending time with my kids’ or ‘I’ve got office work to do.’

So meet, Cal (who really didn’t want to do this blog, but she did coz she loves me!). I bet you love her as much as I do!

Oh, by the way, this photo was taken on the day of the Red Dust launch!

Carolyn

Hmmm, I don’t think everyone has to love me like you Fleur!! However I will say having a friend like Fleur is an inspiration to me and she is sunshine in my world.

Yes I am a list girl and I like to be in control of my life, which has only grown worse since I had children. I’m sure some of you mums out there know what I mean! Life becomes slightly unhinged when these gorgeous gems arrive in our life. We wouldn’t have it any other way but, boy, do our lives change.

To really make the right brain girl come alive, I have a business degree, majoring in accountancy! Hmmmm – couldn’t think of anything else to do at the age of sixteen and earn myself some decent dosh!! It has been a blessing in all areas of my life although I would probably choose to study forensic anthropology or criminology if you asked me now! Neither occupation would be vey useful in our small town mind you!

However there lies the beginning of being organised. I was told when I had my first child that people in my sort of job tend to find it harder to adapt to life with children. Not what I needed to hear!! I have well and truly adapted to this other life now and wouldn’t be without them at all. I find my life enriched daily although, I am only human, and sometimes despair of their behaviour and long for time out for me!! I have two boys (which is alien enough for a girl!!) aged 10 and 6 and a half. Loud, boisterous, physical, loving, smart, funny boys….

When I was little (or younger!) I was fairly quiet. I loved my books, and still do, but I was never the life of the party. I do like to remain in the background as Fleur well knows!! I have had many dreams over the years – some come to fruition and some never see the light of day. But that is what life is all about. Our dreams are important whether or not they become real. At one point I wanted to write a book  – I’m sure there are many of you who would say the same – however I will now say, with a sense of finality, that I will never achieve this. Not because I don’t wish to write anymore but because the romance of the idea has been lost in the practicalities. Having helped Fleur nut out many storylines I realise that I’m a dreamer not a realist and writing is so damn hard!!! I’m now thrilled everytime a chapter is finished or a plot is worked out!!

Apart from this I also live on a farm, although I am not a farmer as Fleur is. I am the office girl! We have two businesses – the farm and a contract spraying business which I oversee the paperwork for. I’m right in my element there! I also have a stationery business with another dear friend. Although I am not far from our nearest town, living on a farm can isolate you. Luckily I enjoy my own company however being involved in occupations you like can help to connect you to the outside world.  Finally, just because I  have so much time on my hands, I’m also thinking of starting an internet based research business helping people trace their family trees. I’ve been researching my own family tree for over 20 years and often help others.

In amongst all of this Fleur and I regularly catch up, albeit mostly on the phone. We live close to 100km apart so it is not easy seeing each other. Our children attend different schools and play different sports so these are not places we catch up. Being a parent isn’t easy either – it is constantly demanding whether it is the kids themselves, what they are involved in or their activities in school. And yes there are times I tell Fleur I have no time for her!! The kids must come first or I will lose all semblance of controll!!

Through all of this our friendship has remained strong. We are yin and yang to each other but for all of our differences we get along famously and, of course, love reading. I have enjoyed immensely my ride with Fleur over the past few years with her journey as an author and it has been an eye opener for me as I’m sure it has been for her!!  Celebrating life each day, whatever we make of it, is so very important……just as having special friends to share our successes and failures is.

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Aug
06

This is my road map for Purple Roads.

I’ve begun to link the book together by scenes and characters. Anna is in the orange texta and Matt in the green. Every time they pop into another characters scene, I write their name in their colour so I can see straight away that they are involved in that section too.

Sounds confusing? Well actually it’s not and I’ve found that it’s the easiest way for me to write the book, without getting confused and forgetting what I had planned.

When I wrote Red Dust, I was writing blind. I didn’t think about trying to draw the whole book up on a few pieces of butchers paper. And I only used this method in the last half of Blue Skies, but, boy it made such a difference. It’s an easy reference guide.  I can just glance at the paper, looking for colour and I can follow it quickly and easily.

One of the benefits from meeting other authors is exchanging ideas. I’m really pleased I picked up and tried this one, because it’s working really well for me!

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Aug
05

Here’s Buck, sitting waiting patiently for the boss to come and let him off! He’s chained in the back of the ute, so he can’t fall off the side (it takes dogs a little while to get their ‘ute’ legs!).

Today, Anthony and I were wet and drying a mob of ewes (that means seeing which ones had lambs and which didn’t) and Buck so badly wanted to help! The trouble is he’s still a bit little to let off in the yards, in case he gets run over by a sheep and hurt.

But like the good dog he is, he sat and watched, without barking too much. Hopefully, while we were all under his scrutiny, he took in some of Wally’s good working skills and not his bad ones!

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Aug
04

Misty mornings bring meaningful memories.

I love misty mornings – especially ones that take you by surprise. I had been hanging an early load of washing out, when I walked around the front of the house to see a light mist rolling in from behind the hill.

My thought was: ‘Wow. Look at that. Amazing!’ My second thought was ‘Oh, Ned would have loved that.’

For those of you who don’t know, my friend Ned succumbed to breast cancer in June last year. So it’s just over twelve months since her death and I still feel it as keenly as I did then. Maybe that’s because she loved the outdoors as much as I do, especially the beach and whenever we head to Thomas River, I can’t help but think of her and feel so sad for her two little boys and husband.

I also lost another friend last year to breast cancer – Bev and before having my own friends suffer with it, Belinda Emmett’s battle resonated strongly with me. I don’t watch Home and Away and I didn’t know her.  That wasn’t why I followed her fight. It was because she was my age and I often wondered what separated us – why did she get it at her age and I didn’t? When she died, I was shattered.

At the moment I have three extended family members battling cancer – the youngest fighting breast cancer is 32.

What I really want this blog to do is make you aware of your own breasts, your own health.

As women we are the glue to our families – owe it to, not just ourselves, but our friends and families to be aware of our health.

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Aug
03

Victoria Brown is a local celeb. In fact, she’s probably the most famous person I know, in person! Vic and I share many things in common; we are farmers’ wives, love writing and reading, theatre, good wine and lots of laughs.

Vic takes things one step further than I do – she acts in the plays that she writes, she performs her work  through recitals  (I just let all of you read mine!).

But not only that, she juggles being a mum and general hand on the farm. That’s why she’s a ‘Rainbow of hope, of inspiration and achievement’

Visit her hysterical blog to read about her views on the important matters of life or website to read more about her, or read her previous blog with me, here.

Victoria:

I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t writing or performing something. I’ve always loved language and laughter. As a child I wrote non stop, mostly stories and sketches for school. I also wrote sketches for my brother and me to perform in front of my mother and our home help, Mrs Joyce. God knows how many performances they had to sit through at morning coffee time as David and I acted out yet another sketch for them. I thought they smiled benignly all the way through our theatrical delights. In hindsight they might have been grimacing…..

At high school, college and Uni I wrote more sketches, one act plays, monologues, and humorous narrative poetry. The sketches were often written and performed with my best friend Sarah. We thought we were hilarious. Were we? Well we can’t have been too bad as we were always asked to do some sort of entertainment at various functions throughout the year. I’ve had various writing partners over the years and love to write satirical sketches for revues for the local theatre guild here in Esperance as well as for radio. It’s great bouncing ideas off someone else to get the creative juices flowing……and then having to discard one third of the material due to it being totally inappropriate!

The writing and performing of poetry really took off for me when I found myself living on a farm east of Esperance with three small children, an hour from the nearest town, and with no creative outlet at all. I wrote ‘The Local Elders Man’  one summer and the ball hasn’t stopped rolling since then. As a child my mother would always encourage David and me to re-write words to songs or make up silly rhymes when we were in the car. She was emphatic that the rhythm and metre were as correct as possible which is probably why I find it quite easy to write Bush Poetry.

It is great to be able to write and perform your own work. You can hide a multitude of sins in your bush poetry when you perform it yourself. The seasoned Bush Poets say that a good performer can make a technically incorrect poem sound brilliant, whilst a useless performer can kill a brilliant poem!

At the moment I am enjoying co-directing a play called ‘Captive Wives’ at the local theatre. It has been written by Perth playwright Jenny Davis and is set around our district when farm land was being cleared in the seventies. I’ve also done a couple of bush poetry workshops recently which have been great fun. I get the chance to travel around the state and meet lovely people who are as passionate about writing and performing as I am. I’m also editing a novel my mother wrote before she died. It’s about an Australian girl from the Kimberly who goes to England to work with horses.

So the long and the short of it is that there is not much of my own writing going on at the moment, but lots of other creative things are keeping me well and truly occupied.

A few extra hours in every day would be good!

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Jul
29

I’m an exceptionally emotional person – I’m the sort of person that cries over a ‘help the poor/disadvantaged/orphans’ ad, as well as the beautiful baby/nappy ad!

When I read books, I tend to be right along side the characters – walking with them- as they experience their own story.

I’ve just finished a book and, as I shut the cover, I couldn’t control my sobbing. Maybe it was because I was so sad for the family who had just lost a Mum/daughter/sister to cancer, or maybe it is just because of my own experience from having friends with cancer, and it is still so raw.

Maybe it’s just the way I respond to everything! Whatever the reason, Jane Green wrote so well that I could picture what was happening, as if it was a movie in my head. The stark cold walls of hospitals, the overwhelming, gut-wrenching grief of the family and children, who did not really understand what was happening to their mum.

I’ve recently been blogging with Nicole Alexander (www.nicolealexander.com.au), from The Bark Cutters fame, and one of the things I wrote about was being able to lose yourself in the magic of books – letting them take you to another place or world. Sometimes, I do find it hard to let go of the places I’ve visited in the books I read. I go back, re-read, have another cry and try to work out why I’ve loved these pages.

The trouble is, as I shut the book, my brain, emotions and every other piece of me is in another place. I can feel gutted, emotionally exhausted, or on a high from finishing, but the people that share my house with me and haven’t been reading the same book, are not feeling the same as I am; this was proven to me a couple of days ago when I was shifting sheep!

Sitting in the ute pushing sheep down a laneway doesn’t require much brain power, so I was entrenched in my book! I didn’t hear the neighbours’ ute as he drove in the drive and I’m sure he didn’t expect to see my tear-stained face as he said g’day! His smile quickly turned to a look of horror (he wasn’t the only one feeling that way – I can’t believe I was caught out so badly!) and I  tried to explain that there wasn’t anything wrong and there definitely was not (as he thought) a death in the family - it was just the book I was reading was SO sad! I couldn’t seem to convince him and he drove out the drive as quickly as he came, forgetting what he came to borrow!

That’s what I call, evoking emotion!

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Jul
28

So here we are, writing a third book! I’m not really sure I ever thought this was possible! As most of you know, I sort of fell into writing and never expected to have the response to my books that I have.

Purple Roads, well, what to tell you? I’ve been writing as much as I can (which isn’t very much) since I finished Blue Skies. I had a phone call in January asking me to submit my synopsis for it straight away – I had a basic outline in my head and a few chapters vaguely written, but nothing else. So for about three days all I did was tighten, tidy and re-write those ideas, then I hit the send button and have basically forgotten about it since!

Well, that’s not entirely true. My mind keeps ticking over with ideas and I’ve been scribbling things on post-it notes every moment I get, but farming has taken up a huge amount of time over the past six months… and it’s supposed to, it is my full time job! Writing is only a hobby and will probably never be anything else. What would I write about, otherwise?!

What I can tell you is the theory behind the title: Purple Roads. As you can see from this photo a wet bitumen road actually looks purple, as do the dirt roads in the mid-north of SA where the book is set. There is a lot of ochre in the ground and in summer the roads throw off a purple dust while in the winter the wet roads are a deep red/purple colour.

I’m at the stage where I only have eleven months to finish writing Purple Roads and my fingers are now beginning to get very itchy! I think I’ve done enough planning and it’s time to get the ideas down on paper (or computer as the case may be!)

Usually I write on Friday’s when I’m in town, but the kids have sport this term, so I’m going in on Saturday mornings which usually cancels out my writing time. So think of me on a Saturday morning watching Hayden running around the footy oval in the car, watching intently, while scribbling chapter’s long hand.

Soon, I’ll introduce you to Matt, Anna and Ella and their farm Danja Plains.

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Jul
27

Thunderstorms are awesome things to watch – I love the power that comes with them, the electrifying excitement, the knowledge that there are some things that humans can’t control, that we just have roll with.

They sometimes bring a great deal of rain and some times, inconvenience – or at least that’s the way we see it, but is it really?

We lost our power a couple of weeks ago, only for a short time, but it was long enough for the kids to groan that there wasn’t any TV and then brighten when they realized we couldn’t get any water out of the taps, so they didn’t have to have a shower!

Once the storm and rain had passed, the silence was deafening. There wasn’t any buzz from the fluoro lights, or the motor of the fridge and deep freeze cutting in and out. No TV blaring in the background and, funnily enough, the kids weren’t fighting! By candle light they were playing games like Uno and Toot and Otto.  They had to think for themselves and make their own fun!

A candle lit dinner and an early night for all of us followed!

I lived like this for about five years and never thought anything of it. When Anthony and I first started farming, the atco hut we lived in didn’t have power or a toilet (we got a toilet after about a year). We had a gas fridge and in the evenings, we would start our trusty old generator and run it for about three hours. It was just long enough to make the bread and do a couple of loads of washing. Most evenings our dinner would be by candle light and it was a very special time. We talked, laughed and planned.  We concentrated on each other.  It was a wonderful start to our married life.

But back to the present…

At some stage during the night the power was restored, thanks to the dedicated people willing to brave horrible conditions to fix everything. I was woken by the lights flickering back on and the bed head clock flashing with the low buzzing noise of the power making it work.

We seem to not hear most of these quiet noises – we’ve become used to them. But we certainly always hear them when they come back on.

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Jul
26

It’s time to go to work. The boss has just whistled and Wally has leapt up from his sleeping position. He’s wide awake ready to do his masters bidding.

Dogs are amazing creatures. Not two minutes before, Wally was sound asleep, head on his paws and even the irritating fly, which was buzzing at his ears, wouldn’t make him open his eyes – just a flick of the ear every now and then to discourage its annoying habit!

I couldn’t do that! It takes at least two coffees every morning, to get me going!

It looks like Buck still has some learning to do on this! He seems to be wondering why Wally has jumped up so quickly!

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Jul
22

The jonquils, this year, are just beautiful!

I’ve just come in from hanging some clothes on the line and the slight breeze wafted their scent all the way over to where I was standing. What a joy something like that can bring to such a mundane task!

When we first moved to this house, I spent hours weeding and cleaning up the garden. It hadn’t been lived in for some time and the outside resembled a jungle – a nice one though, because the kids loved making a cubby under the trees or playing hide and seek among the tall grasses (that was fine until we worked out how many snakes were here!)

But as autumn turned to winter, suddenly all the barren ground I had ear-marked for annuals or new plants erupted with flowering bulbs! It was like discovering a chest of treasure – you never knew what was going to pop out of the ground next!

It was a lovely discovery and I certainly appreciated the hard work someone before me has put into this unloved garden of mine!

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