The Year That Was

Here we are rolling to the end of the decade. The year has come and gone but not without its ups and downs. In summary, here is the year that was for me.


  • I made it through Year of the Edit
  • I commenced Year of the Novel
  • I finally let go of a story that hadn’t let go of me for years
  • I had my first submitted children’s story published by School Magazine
  • I pulled out my paints and brushes and waded back into the waters of illustration
  • I continued this blog
  • I fell in love with writing again
  • I studied the craft of writing and learned continuously throughout the year – despite my doubts of remaining a writer
  • I attended the CYA conference, which has fuelled in me a desire to work hard and become successful
  • I attended my first SCBWI meeting and met more wonderful writers and illustrators
  • I attended the Brisbane Writers Festival
  • I wrote and stayed sane whilst working full time as a shift working nurse
  • I was supported and encouraged by dozens of wonderful writers and illustrators – I am forever grateful to these people. They kept me writing and illustrating.
  • I made dozens of wonderful creative friends online and in life
  • I discovered that the determination and discipline I so often admire in others, dwells within me also – and is as accessible as my next breath – should I choose it to be.
  • I learned that whilst writing is hard work and often lonely, it is when I am in that isolated and sometimes difficult space that I feel the most connected to a greater power.
  • I discovered that if I allow time to empty my mind of garbage, creativity fills the space. Every time.
  • I realised that if you just sit and write 500 words a day – your day is infinitely  better than when you don’t
  • I accepted that on some days – it was too difficult  to write a single word, and that was OK.
  • I learned to be kind to myself
  • I lost my beautiful four legged mate and experienced how devastating grief can be
  • I gained a renewed relationship with my other four legged mate – a bond that grows stronger and more beautiful each day
  • I realised that all things change and nothing can ever remain the same – and that is OK. That is life
  • I learned that sometimes it’s better to say nothing
  • I realised that all I see in the world is a mere reflection of what is going on inside me
  • I learned that random and anonymous acts of kindness make you smile on the inside – where it counts
  • I confessed to the addiction of  buying writing journals
  • I wrote my goals for 2010 before 2009 actually finished – proving to myself that I still want to be a writer. No matter what.
  • I realised that no matter how the odds may stack against me, I will never stop writing. Not ever

To all my beautiful writing and illustrating buddies and to the readers of this blog – may 2010 bring you endless joy, success and happiness wrapped firmly in a cloak of safety and love.

See you all in 2010.

Happy New Year 🙂

Namaste

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I'm making a list. I'm checking it twice…

Despite the silly season being upon us, it’s that time of the year for me. Time to reflect on the year that has passed, acknowledge achievements, identify areas that need more focus. It’s also time to plan the year to come.

For 2010, I wish to be organised with no excuses to lag behind on my writing commitments. Tonight I sat and planned my writing goals for 2010. Month by month, I worked a plan to keep me on track and achieving all year around. I’m a bit of a list girl, so this strategy should work well.

Setting goals was a tip I picked up from a QWC project management workshop I did with Dr Monique Beedles. With firm goals in place, I am less likely to stray from the goals I have set for myself. And it feels good to be organised, too.

Much of this year was wasted away because I wasn’t as focused as I could have been. Not having a firm plan in place saw me straying away from what needed to be done.  Working full time and committing to a writing life is tricky but it can be done. Part of getting it done is making the time to set my goals for the coming year. And I think it will take some of the hard work out of the process, as well as give me a list of achievements to look back on.  With a predetermined focus in place, I just need to follow the plan. I’ve made the list, and I’ve checked it twice. It’s up on the wall and ready to rule.  Bring on twenty – ten. I’m ready!

What writing goals do you have planned  for 2010. I’d love to hear all about them.

I’m making a list. I’m checking it twice…

Despite the silly season being upon us, it’s that time of the year for me. Time to reflect on the year that has passed, acknowledge achievements, identify areas that need more focus. It’s also time to plan the year to come.

For 2010, I wish to be organised with no excuses to lag behind on my writing commitments. Tonight I sat and planned my writing goals for 2010. Month by month, I worked a plan to keep me on track and achieving all year around. I’m a bit of a list girl, so this strategy should work well.

Setting goals was a tip I picked up from a QWC project management workshop I did with Dr Monique Beedles. With firm goals in place, I am less likely to stray from the goals I have set for myself. And it feels good to be organised, too.

Much of this year was wasted away because I wasn’t as focused as I could have been. Not having a firm plan in place saw me straying away from what needed to be done.  Working full time and committing to a writing life is tricky but it can be done. Part of getting it done is making the time to set my goals for the coming year. And I think it will take some of the hard work out of the process, as well as give me a list of achievements to look back on.  With a predetermined focus in place, I just need to follow the plan. I’ve made the list, and I’ve checked it twice. It’s up on the wall and ready to rule.  Bring on twenty – ten. I’m ready!

What writing goals do you have planned  for 2010. I’d love to hear all about them.

Clockwork Orange

I swam after work today. I didn’t want to. It was overcast and cool but still, I went. I chose ‘the orange’. This ‘orange’ term has recently surfaced in my life. It came about one night as I struggled trying to make a choice. Eat the chocolates and feel guilty or eat the orange and feel good. The logic was simple. The chocolates were nicer, tasted better, were easier to eat – but in the long run, not as good for me. I deliberated for a long, long time. The cold escaping from the fridge as I stared into that snow white wonderland full of tasty promise. I wondered how it might feel to go against my greater good and actually dismiss the chocolates. I tried it. I chose the orange. And it was good. So good, in fact that I applied the ‘orange’ test to other choices.  I came to see that exercising will power felt good and got things done.

Today, about to head for home, I stared into a grey and gloomy sky. As the wind whipped about me, I silently declared it wasn’t swimming weather. I considered heading home and bedding down upon the couch beside the dog, with a good book in hand. The image formed, soft and plump and comfy in my head. A feel good image. But then I saw the orange. My chosen symbol representing choice. The proof that exercising will power leads me to a better place, every time.

I lingered for a bit on the front step. Dodged the gusts and waited as opponents in my head took their corners. Comfy couch and snuggly dog huddled in the red corner…nippy pool bounced back and forth in the blue. The orange rose between the two like a giant sun and I projected all my thoughts to the after side of either choice. In my head, or maybe in my heart, I knew the hard work choice would be the one that would feel worthwhile. So, I chose the orange. I swam. And as I predicted, it felt good.

Tonight, the orange called again. The couch looked good. The dog lay waiting, belly up, begging pats. But there upon the desk – my Mac, my novel notes and somewhere in between, my inspiration and my discipline sat ripe and ready. I opted for the orange, took up my pen and wrote. And as predicted, it felt good. Time well spent. It got things done.