For the last two weeks, I’ve had my family visiting. It’s been ten years since my brother, sister-in-law, and their kids visited. It hasn’t been that long since Mum and Dad were here, but it’s been a VERY long time since we’ve all been under the same roof for any length of time.

… And I could remember my kids’ names and sit for hours at the computer without moving and focus at the same time; there might have been a bit of superwoman about me.

I buy books, and then I don’t read them.
I buy books, then I do read them.
I buy audiobooks and start, then stop.
I buy audiobooks and start and finish.

Before blogs, there were diaries! Paper books with blank pages inside for you to fill with all your secret thoughts. Imagine having all that freedom to write and fill those pages with things that you want to make note of.

Can someone turn the clock back? This year has gone way too fast, and I’m having trouble keeping up with everything. Surely the days are less than the normal twenty-four hours? I don’t seem to be able to fit everything I used to be able to in.

I always try to make my little corner of the internet both real and uplifting for all who visit here. However, in keeping it real, I think we all know there are good and bad days. And if we don’t speak up about both, we’re not doing anyone any favours.

Would you like to hear how Silver Clouds came into being? One question got my creative juices flowing, and I wondered what would happen if I tried to write a book around that small mystery.

Enid has single-handedly inspired generations of readers, and if you dig deeper into writers’ backgrounds, you’ll find many of us reference Enid as an inspiration.

Yep, there’s so much to let you know about!

Firstly, the edits for The Buried are done, and it goes to print this week. This book has been a monumental effort! Even though the whole storyline is the same, the actions and happenings around the main plot have changed 180 degrees since I wrote the first draft.

It’s been a big couple of weeks. A wonderful couple of weeks! I always think how lucky I am when work and family collide, and collide it did a couple of weeks ago.

I read somewhere recently that ONE in FIVE Australians is estranged from their family because of shifting societal attitudes and low tolerance for toxic behaviour, and increased awareness of mental health. Many counsellors actually advise clients to walk away from their parents.

I don’t know if you remember, but a while ago I announced Fleur’s Inner Circle. This is like a social media platform, but not one that is at the whim of algorithms or Meta (who wants to steal all our data).

Bookmarks or dog-eared pages? Controversial, I know. Just the same as, is listening to an audiobook still reading? Where is your spot to read?

What’s your take?

I can’t tell you how disappointed that Show and I didn’t get an invite to the TT wedding. I am a huge Swifty, but obviously, Taylor hadn’t heard that.

My job is downright weird at times. Who would write letters to their mother, or those close to them, from imaginary people? Maybe the better question to that is WHY would anyone bother to write letters from imaginary people?

I’m going to talk about the NDIS, so firstly, I want you to understand that I know the NDIS needs an overhaul. The system, as it stands today, is easily wrought and so open to fraud. There is no denying that.

It has been a wild week! Not weather-wise, because normally if I say a week has been wild, it’s been windy and raining and freezing. Lovely winter weather. Yes, the weather has been a bit like that this last week, but I’m meaning work-wise!

I drove nearly 40 kilometres following this rainbow a couple of weeks ago. It started as a smudge in the sky, then I watched it form from a baby rainbow into a full one.

Dear Everyone from Victoria and New South Wales, you are wonderful. I have had the best tour, I think I’ve ever had.

Things that make me go ‘ahhh,’ and sigh in contentment. This weeks offerings!