Margaret Rose Stringer's Blog, page 103
July 25, 2013
Relationships: 3
Virtual Today I finally get to meet my publisher, the editor who brought ATLMD to a completion that satisfied both of us. Georgia is about as good as any writer could hope to find; and, as with several other woman who ... well, suddenly appeared in my life in these...
July 19, 2013
Crikey … I was wrong!
Kidding, of course: I'm wrong a lot of the time. But I feel the admission of this particular booboo calls for some kind of emphasis. Twitter. It's actually INTERESTING! In fact, I'd go so far as to say that it's bloody addictive. Jesus. I never thought I'd ever have a...
July 16, 2013
More on self-publishing
You may remember my early vituperation re Hay House/Balboa Press and the approach they seem to think will work with wannabe writers – ignoring of any pleas for removal from database/s and endless sending of sales emails. Another of these infuriating "we can help you publish and sell your book"...
July 13, 2013
Seeing myself
This is some of my family, lucky me! The person missing from this particular group is the mother, who is taking the photo: as it is, you see the father, the father's aunt holding the new daughter, and the two sons. It is my nephew, my great-niece and my two...
July 9, 2013
The business of waiting
Last week I spent Thursday and Friday waiting for a serviceman to fix my little gas heater. Saturday and Monday I spent a large proportion of my time, both days, waiting for one of my professional support people. This bloke was lucky: I am very fond of him, and admiring...
July 7, 2013
Il compleanno
Today is my birthday. I have now had two more than Stringer was given, and that isn't fair. It's more than just a birthday: it's my goddam seventieth birthday. I am struggling with this fact because it's so utterly surreal. If he were still here with me, it would more...
July 5, 2013
Cleanliness or company …?
This-morning my wonderful cleaner, Hannah, came to render my abode once more fit for human habitation. Or mine. Since my osteoarthritic lower back made it too painful to drag my beloved Danish Nilfisk vacuum-cleaner around, or to bend over the bath to clean it, I’ve had a variety of young...
July 3, 2013
Why I don't vote Liberal
Our glorious State government is going to perpetrate upon us an uber-development called Barangaroo, in a place that Stringer and I always knew as The Hungry Mile. And the worst of it is that it's on the far edge of Darling Harbour – I could practically spit on it (and...
July 2, 2013
I am indeed Australian!
Watching the Le Tour team time trial this-morning (I'd recorded it overnight: I can't sit up till 2am — haven't been able to for years!), I found myself screaming and pounding the arms of my chair as the Australian Orica–GreenEdge team of 6 Aussies, a Seth Efrican and a Canadian...
