Sporadic blog

I first started blogging back in the days before facebook. Blogging isn’t what it used to be and my tinyletter Naive Psychologist (subscribe here) is a bit more old-school blog. I don’t blog like I used to, but I still like to write on here every now and then. Sporadically. You can read my Adelaide Fringe posts here, and my 150 word posts here.

Hindsight

In which The Mister and I fail to see eye-to-eye over the colour purple.

Thursday

In which Leonard Cohen has the last word

Coffee

In which I am, once again, a sucker for an accent

Another anniversary

Exhaustipated to the point of exhaustipation I decided that there was no better time to deal with the last remaining boxes than now. Not the boxes of books that remain, unopened, in the shed. No, not those because I don't have any bookshelves yet. I mean the three...

Going to the fringe: Lana Schwarcz Lovely Lady Lump

There is not long enough between now and the time we have to leave for the airport to get the lunchbox muffins cooked. But if I don't do them now then when will they get done? I keep the sugar in a drawer and when I lift it out, a thin stream pours through an...

On reading

I've spent the last couple of years working on my second novel. Looking back on it, my pattern of work seems to have been to have worked like a demon for short patches of time (say two months) and then to leave it, neatly marked-up and post-it-noted on the corner of...

Not sure whether you could really call it a honeymoon

The day after our wedding, the mister and I left Australia to go backpacking. He had been working in a grown up job for two years and I had been working for one, and between us we had saved ten thousand dollars which we changed into US dollar traveller's cheques on...

A most unusual way to say I love you

For many years after we got married, I was ambivalent about the act of having got married. This was, in part, a reflection of my father’s ambivalence. He had no ambivalence towards Adrian (he loved him deeply) or the relationship and he got into the spirit of the...

Tuesday morning

I'm not at all athletic, I'm uncoordinated, and I don't especially like sport. But I do go to the gym three or four times a week. I go because it is good for my equilibrium, for my heart and my arteries, and because as much as this shocks the 20-year-old me, I love...

Notebooks aren’t really a mirror to my soul

One of the fun parts of doing a degree in psychology is that you get to diagnose yourself with all sorts of conditions you always suspected you had but didn't know for sure, along with a whole host of things you never knew existed. Of course, a person can't possibly...

February

It is an awesome time of year in Adelaide because the festival of arts and its fringe begin. It's a wonderful time of the year, the city is full of vibrancy and vibe, and I find it fuels my motivation to create and to work harder at my own art. (Slightly political...

Saturday afternoon

So just in case the dog doesn't eat its own vomit I am, even as we speak, rehearsing my surprised face for when the mister gets home from cricket. 'OMG, that's disgusting, how long has that been there I've been so lost in my work I didn't even hear it.' It's not a...

Dear Prime Minister

Dear Prime Minister Further to my correspondence dated 1 February 2017, I am writing now to continue our one-sided dialogue. I begin with offering you my sympathies. You must be spewing over this whole Cory Bernardi thing, eh? Like, you compromise your entire moral...

Claudia Karvan, white handbags and pillows of memory foam

I had something to tell you, but I can't remember what it was. It was lighthearted and amusing and didn't involve me sitting in front of the television watching episode one of Newton's Law and comparing myself to Claudia Karvan. But comparing, obviously I mean saying...