Life from inside a self-imposed​ bubble



Thanks, Pixabay for this great image.


In learning about the art of writing you often hear established writers warning of the vacuum problem. By the very nature of writing, writers tend to operate on their own, in their corner, maybe a cave. It’s anti-social. It’s not necessarily lonely. But you are on your own.

You’re told you need to have writing groups, people you can share the trials and tribulations of writing with and get feedback on what you’ve done. All essential stuff. There is another key component I think we are guilty of forgetting here. Surrounding ourselves with these people is also about taking ourselves seriously. Writing isn’t something we do to pass the time. But how many writers out there can truly say they back themselves?

Maybe from time to time you do but I’d be willing to bet a coffee there are as many times or more where you don’t.

Last night I had a conversation where I was asked what I’d been up to. My response? “Oh you know, just plodding along.” This is a common response from me and it must make me sound really boring. It was later I realised I do this all the time. By plodding what I really mean is writing. What I should be saying is I’ve been writing like a steam engine producing great volumes of sentences that I may or may not use.

This past two weeks I’ve polished a chapter following feedback and written two more chapters ready for feedback later this week. I’m on a roll and I’m neglecting everything else because of it. I shouldn’t be saying “Oh you know, just plodding along. Or, not doing much. Or you know, just cruising.” I should be backing myself and saying I’ve been really busy writing and it’s exciting and I’m on a roll and it’s taken over my life to a point where meals are now a very low standard, walls are grimy, laundry piles are becoming mountain ranges and the windows are so filthy I’m opening them so I can see the sky.

So next time you ask me what I’ve been up to and I say “Oh, just plodding along, not much really.” Feel free to call me out!


My first batch of Vogel’s bread… or, a new use for the left over muesli mix.


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My first Vogel’s


Had I known making my own Vogel’s was so easy I wouldn’t have begged all those fabulous Kiwi’s to drag their suitcases laden with the glorious bread across the ditch for the last four years.

But, after doing a quick Google search it turns out not only are there a lot of recipes for the magic loaf. These clever bakers/food bloggers take their Vogel’s seriously trying different recipes and tweaking them to get the perfect loaf. All the work now done and dusted – yes a flour pun. Thank you very much, generous cooks.

Essentially we are talking a no-knead bread and it looks like this style of bread goes back to Great Britain and war time rationing when Doris Grant invented a no-knead loaf that became known as the Grant Loaf.

As a “start first, then read the instructions to make sure I have everything I need after it’s way too late” sort of person. I ended up resorting to the small jar of odds and ends I’d collected for the next batch of muesli. This maiden loaf has almond slivers, pine nuts, and sunflower, pumpkin, possibly sesame and definitely caraway seeds.

No, I don’t use caraway seeds in my muesli. But there is something so right about the smell of yeast and caraway that just seems so sensory and right.

A year or so back I tried my hand at sourdough. It was weeks of festering flour, little midges invading the kitchen and dough in different stages of rising. My family eventually asked me to stop making it because they were “sourdoughed out”. That was the last time I used the tins and when I pulled them out today there was a slightly alarming rust tinge in the grooves. The porridge-like dough was all ready to go so, I lined the tins with baking paper and poured the dough and popped the tins in the oven for that first rise.

I’ve never had a lot of luck with that yeast you have to mix with water and sugar then leave to foam. So, I use the lovely stuff in a packet. No mixing or guessing water temperature for me. I’m guessing I got the number of packets right. The rise certainly rose. The recipe states if the first rise gets to the top of the tin, great. If it looks like it’s about to spill over, even better.

Because I used paper to line the tins, and possibly more yeast was used than was needed. My rise was way up above the lip of the tin but the paper kept it uniform. Unfortunately, that didn’t stay the case as it cooked and the second loaf is spilling down the tin. I’ve just broken off a lump of spilt dough for a taste and it’s just like the real deal only warm and a lot fresher than the frozen crust I had for lunch earlier today.

So a cup of tea and an actual slice later – here is the final cut.

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Credit where credit is due: This recipe was from The Good Life A city girl gone rural. New Zealand writer Annabel Langbien’s brilliant cookbook called Free Range Cook has a very similar recipe to the one I used called busy people’s bread.

A new day, a new batch of muesli

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Muesli batch no. 3

I’m in the middle of trying to write a post about Walt Whitman and his Leaves of Grass. It’s not looking anything like what I imagined it would but I will keep trying so stay tuned.

Meantime I’m aware it’s been some time since my last post and this morning it hit me. I’ve been told I’m a good cook, mainly by the dog who seems very eager to eat whatever goes in his bowl. So I decided to try a food type blog post.

This light bulb moment struck me as I mixed up the ingredients for my latest batch of muesli. Over the past few months, I’ve been re-living the glorious summer mornings of homemade muesli, fruit and yoghurt. The recipe is one I dreamt up two summers ago. I had also successfully poached some kumquat in a sugar syrup to add to the berries and apple slices. It was sublime, or so my memory tells me.

So, I’m now on to my third batch but for some reason, this season’s crop is not going as I remember the last one. The first batch was more like a new, en-point sort of crunchy, spicy toffee you add to emu or lamb or something crazy. Or maybe an Anzac biscuit that’s dancing to the beat of its own drum. It was a delicious, unctuous mason jar of goodness and it didn’t last very long because I kept eating it – by the handful – it wasn’t pretty.

The second batch, well, for want of a better word I’m going with burnt. I decided in the goal of food blogyness I would adopt a zero waste policy and eat the Mason jar of black chaff. It’s taken longer to get through than the first batch. But I’ve finally worked out the perfect balance of yoghurt and milk to get it down and I’m nearly finished. Yes, it sticks to the roof of my mouth and if I don’t have a cup of tea on standby there is the risk of choking. The flavour palate is an intriguing mix of zingy, crunchy and slightly tart. But as I’m nearly at the end I’ve decided the third time has got to be the charm.

So, the third batch has just gone in the oven. The question is. Will I get this post done before it’s cooked! Hey, I’ve just introduced a time element. Will this be the perfect mix of wet and dry ingredients herbs and spices or, will this to be another jar of something not unlike the ashes and scrapings from last night’s fire?

So stay tuned for the next post.  Dripping – a vehicle for flavour or just a place for the burnt bits?

The key to a good review? – Keep it brief!


This great photo was taken by 3dman-eu. Thank you Pixabay and 3dman-eu.

We seem to be awash with book reviews, or reviews of everything really. But I’m focussing on books.  Reviewers remain a great source of finding new authors. Reviews can be brilliant, sometimes they are very, very long. You have to work out if the reviewer shares your taste or you could find yourself reading books that put you to sleep faster than usual and then you have the faux reviews. The personal opinions of readers.

Personally I don’t get much from Good Reads or Amazon reviews. The general formula appears to be a summary of the story. Not what the reviewer thought of it. No comparison to other stories, or the author’s previous works. Just proof the reviewer read it.

But earlier this year this blog from Raven Crime Reads landed on my screen. I’ve gone back to it a few times. There are 20 reviews and they are perfect. Brevity and humour are the key here. Maybe it’s an art form. As Mark Twain said.

“If I had more time, I would have written a shorter one.”

Reviews by Raven Crime Reads

The very strange, strange new world of alternative facts


Photo by Letiha. Thanks for the photo Pixabay.

In the early 90s I read an article in Time Magazine about the first story to break on the internet. The breaking story was about a death on Mt Everest. The expedition had a website between base camp and headquarters and to get the tragic news to the right people in a timely way it was posted on the site. The media picked it up and ran the story. But, within 24 hours of the story breaking the amount of false news about the tragic accident far outweighed fact.

The Time article said while the internet will play a role, we just don’t know what that looks like now.

That story has stayed with me because I’m constantly being reminded that we are navigating strange and unchartered waters and perhaps while some would argue we’re not yet getting the best from the internet, right now, I’m not sure what we are getting is of any real value at all.

While this post is not about America, it’s President or the office of the White House, it’s because of them we are now hearing about fake news, alternative facts and dishonest media.

We are being told the media is hiding something or simply lying to us. But remember after the US Election someone claimed they were responsible for Trump winning because of the fake news they had posted about Clinton. Facebook has since stated it is going to crack down on fake news. As a society we have generally looked upon fake anything with disdain, take A Million Little Pieces by James Frey.

The media has rules it has to follow that includes verifying information. Which means any statement being released by anyone is going to be checked and that does not sit well with people, particularly President Trump and his White House.

Let’s not forget media’s first priority is to be the first to get a story. Having the exclusive is the goal. Beating everyone else is nirvana. So, it just doesn’t make sense that all media would be uniting to act as one, let alone conspiring to feed us false information.

What the media will do is check statements and if they don’t bear scrutiny the story is dropped. Not because they don’t want to tell the story, not because there’s a hidden agenda. Usually because it’s not newsworthy, or because it doesn’t stand up to scrutiny. Which brings me back to fake news and alternate facts.

We are being told the media are getting it wrong because they aren’t covering what the White House wants covered. We’ve been told Twitter, a social media site that’s modus operandi is to attract followers, is a more reliable source.

Is that how you want your information from our politicians, government offices and even big business? Unchecked, unquestioned and with no accountability?

That is the question we should have started asking at least a decade ago. It seems now it’s overdue.

It could be a productive year but right now – it’s just too darn hot!

Tree Triplets

Image by Ryan McGuire from Gratisography. I know it has nothing to do with heat but it’s such a heavenly idea right now.

The temperature is predicted to be over 30 for the next week at least. That usually means a lot hotter with the evil  ‘feel like’ figure. That figure is usually four or five degrees hotter and is why a mild 29 degrees at 7am feels like 32! Yes I’m becoming obsessed with the ‘feel like’ or ‘heat index’ figure.

But there is something going on in the atmosphere and it’s definitely about getting hotter;

This is the third year in a row that record temperatures have been broken in Australia.

There was a story of snow in a desert around Christmas time.

The South Island of New Zealand has had unseasonably cold weather this summer. An island known for its heat waves, wild fires and droughts at this time of year.

Yesterday there was a news report of turtle hatchlings dying in the sand because the ground temperature is 75 degrees!

If this isn’t proof that global warming is real then I don’t know what more is needed. For the non believers in climate change you have to wonder if they are the frog in the pot of water that slowly heats boiling the frog alive, only the frog has no idea it’s being cooked.

We are using the air conditioner more now than ever before. But, still hanging on to the idea that fresh air is better than anything else, last night we turned the air con off and turned the ceiling fans on full speed opened every window in the house and a few doors and slept to the loud threatening hum of blades wiping through the air at a speed that suggested they were about to fly off in the night decapitating us.

I’ve heard stories of best sellers being written at times like this. The author melting at the kitchen table in his underwear while he wrote about an ice-cold alternate universe. Hence the picture above. But I can’t quite bring myself to turn the computer on. If I do it’s only for a few moments. I can feel the heat radiating from the little machine and it only adds to the already prickly discomfort I’m in.

But I can’t keep writing about the heat, or the two-week long winter I’m dreaming of. I also can’t keep writing about how remiss I’ve been or claiming I’m finally back.

So, I’ll take my morning coffee and hop in the pool and plan a more structured, effective, efficient and driven year of writing. Yes, that’s the only way I can have my morning coffee. Up to my neck in cold water! Now some would argue this is the definition of an addiction to coffee. I’m going to argue it’s the new world order.

A relationship with a stranger


I am having a relationship with a fellow Ian Rankin fan, I think? They probably don’t know I exist and I am assuming it’s the same person.

Three years ago as we landed in this new land I had just been put on to Ian Rankin. The suggestion was, as someone very new to the crime genre and someone who had never really read crime, I should read him. I had started with one of his first books, Black Book, but I still wasn’t a convert.

It was only a week after our arrival in Brisbane that it all changed. We went to the local school fair where I picked up The Naming of the Dead and Exit Music. They looked brand new. I wondered if a publisher or book seller had donated them. If they had been read it was only once. I can’t remember the price but it was cheap, maybe $2. I devoured them and realised this is Rankin. Now, after many re reads, both books look a lot more worse for wear.

So, I went back the following year with the hope of finding more but there were none!

This year I saw Dogs in the Wild and a rare early story called The Watchman, this hardcover came with a new introduction by the author.  Now I don’t know if it’s that the story is about spys and watching people or the idea of a fellow Rankin reader out there somewhere that I’m sharing stories with. But I’ve been thinking a lot about who this person might be. They are probably local, definitely a once only reader. The books are in near mint condition. Maybe they aren’t reading them at all, maybe someone thinks they are a Rankin fan and keeps buying the books for my poor reader who isn’t reading them at all, instead saving them up for the next school fair.

Not sure where I’d start but I do feel like there could be a great mystery to unravel here.