DAY TWO

Day two of my self-enforced return to writing via Nanowrimo. I’ve set myself a target of 500 words per day, and so far, I’ve managed just that. 506 yesterday, 780 today. Small feed compared to some of the days I’ve had in the past, but the past is just that. Nothing I’ve done before matters.

I’ve managed two five hundred-word days in a row, for the first time in at least two years. So far, so good.

ON WRITING, OR THE NOT THEREOF, OR FINDING YOUR FEET IN THE DARK WITH YOUR EYES POKED OUT.

It’s been a terrible couple of years. For a variety of reasons — workplace bullying, depression, and family tragedies being amongst those you know about — my writing output since Magrit saw publication in 2016 has dropped to zero, and that only because it’s impossible to write negative numbers of words. I haven’t sold anything in something like two years, haven’t seen myself in print since I don’t know when, and earlier this year decided that I was no longer going to consider myself a writer. That course had run itself. I was toasted.

Continue reading “ON WRITING, OR THE NOT THEREOF, OR FINDING YOUR FEET IN THE DARK WITH YOUR EYES POKED OUT.”

WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSES, ANOTHER OPENS. THIS IS THE WORST SUBMARINE I’VE EVER BEEN ON.

A quick shout-out to our wonderful daughter, Erin, who graduated Year Twelve during the week.

She’s had an eventful life, our girl. De-mothered at 4 days old, stuck with a grief-stricken and useless father for the first year of life, lumped in a procession of day care centres as I struggled to combine unplanned single parenthood with returning to work… a succession of schools as we moved from Huntingdale to Morley to Huntingdale again to Clarkson to Mandurah to Rockingham to, finally, Karratha… And through it all, she has grown into a fine young person, filled with grace and humour and intelligence and warmth.

It was Erin who decided the woman I was dating was meant to be her Mummy and started calling her so (We’ve been married 14 years, now).  She was the dux of her primary school. A Junior City Councillor. House Captain at two High Schools. Academically adept. Artistically talented. Loyal to others and attracting of great loyalty in turn. Deeply capable as a human being. With a strong moral compass and sense of right, and a deep understanding of the right way to be a part of her friendship group, community, a culture.

She didn’t get any of that from me.

And now she’s finished her schooling. Once again, she did herself proud, winning the award for the top Visual Arts student. Her final set of exams awaits. The the University offer we have absolutely no doubt will arrive in early December. Her siblings plan to come up for Christmas. When they leave, she’ll be going with them, first to a holiday in Malaysia, and then to the room they’ve already organised for her at their house in Perth. Our household, which once held seven, and has consisted of the four of us for nearly eight years, will shrink to three.

She’s got an amazing future ahead of her. She’s earned an amazing future. There is no ceiling she cannot breach, and no limit she need set herself.

There is no way I can think of in which we are not overcome with pride in who she is, what she has achieved, and the standards to which she holds herself.

 

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Our brilliant young woman.

LEGO 250 REVIEW: MIXELS

I’m trying to re-establish my routines and habits while I hope time and reflection will help repair the damage to my family caused by Blake’s suicide. As part of that, I’m continuing my Lego 250 reviews from where I left off. Today, I’m looking at an entire range of sets, because they’re tiny and I’m damned if I’m going to review each one separately.

Mixels. They’re totally a thing.  Continue reading “LEGO 250 REVIEW: MIXELS”

LEGO 250 REVIEW: 5973 HYPERSPEED PURSUIT

I’m doing it hard today. It takes a huge commitment of energy for me to remain focussed right now, energy that ran out this morning and left me completely non-functional. In getting Luscious, Lord 14, and Erin through each day I’ve been stressing the importance of routine and habit: when the will is suffering, and the emotions are unravelling your day before you, routine and habit can be the difference between achieving the one thing you need to make the day a functional one, and laying on the bed counting the non-existent cracks in your pillowcase all day.

So, I need routine today. I need habit. And as I couldn’t manage to get up, dressed, and through the three-minute drive to my workplace, I’m going to get a Lego 250 review up. Then I’m going to go count pillowcase cracks for a while.

Let’s make it a good one, shall we? Continue reading “LEGO 250 REVIEW: 5973 HYPERSPEED PURSUIT”