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What is the most ridiculous number?

Answer: your age. Seriously, how many decisions do you make with that number echoing inside your head? Too old to take up an instrument? Or study? Or have a change of career? Too young to marry? Or settle down?

Once you hit 18 it’s time to throw that number away. Once you hit 18 you’re a grown up and your life is your own.

Change career. Move. Study medicine. Or archaeology. Write a book. Paint. Travel. Take up violin. Fall in love. Learn to ski/tango/meditate/fly/sing.

Do whatever you passionately want to do. Forget your age. It’s just a very silly number. A ridiculous number. An excuse.

There are no limits to who you can be unless you make it so.



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I should be writing about writing but life keeps getting in my way

Sometimes I write a post and worry that it doesn’t have much to do with writing, books or reading, which was the reason I started a blog in the first place.

I’ll find myself staring at a post about the colour pink, or fruit, wondering if  should hit the “publish” button or simply trash it, wondering if I’ve gone completely off the track again.

My excuse was life. How can I write about writing, when my heart is broken? Or how can I write about writing when I’m so excited about an epiphany I just experienced about decisions?  Cold Melbourne life had me posting about desert islands.  I had a few weeks happily distracting myself in the search for the mystery editor (at least that kind of was on the literary track}.

But ultimately, I guess writers record life. It’s our job. We can’t help but get tangled up in the mess of life and then feel compelled to express it in some way. We make sense of the world through our words, or at least try to.

And who knows, perhaps life is making us better writers.

I’d like to think so.

[I love reading your blogs. Thank you to the ones who stay on track. Thank you to the ones who wander off.]


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The perils and perks of being a Pisces

I posted this morning about love and poetry, and then half an hour later I changed my mind and trashed it. I couldn’t help it, my mind was radically shifted after reading Ollin’s latest post. I no longer believed what I had written earlier.

It happens all the time. I hold strong viewpoints, sometimes for as long as half a day. I can be persuaded to change my opinion on just about any topic and then change it back again after someone else offers another angle. I’m easily duped because I believe in the possibility of anything. And really anything is possible. [This is good news, Ms Ruby. Love is possible again. Sorry your comment got deleted with the earlier post btw.]

Rigidity is for people with stiff necks. Or perhaps rigidity causes stiff necks. Who knows. All I know is I believe in love again. I believe in the possibility of everything. Well for the next half hour or so.

Einstein expressed it beautifully (and he was a Pisces} when he said, “There are two ways to live your life; one is as though nothing is a miracle, and the other is as though everything is a miracle”.

So, after trashing the love and poetry post this morning, I started to feel guilty about people missing out on these links, so I’ve put them back again.

Poem can be found here: http://keshavnarla.wordpress.com/2010/04/25/just-3-words/

Ollin’s inspiring post is here: http://ollinmorales.wordpress.com/2010/07/25/paracosm/

Love and miracles to you all.




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Slack Blogger Award

There are so many lovely awards out there. And the odd quirky one too. But today I am awarding myself the Slack Blogger Award.

Let’s face it, I deserve this one. I have neglected my online writing lately [although done heaps on the novel]. I am so slack that I am not even going to design the award badge. Nope, I am just going to imagine it.

And instead of giving myself a hard time about it, I will embrace it. Accept my laziness. Because I think we can only change what we don’t fight. Fighting a quality we don’t like only tends to hold it more firmly in place.

So, here’s what I accept about myself today:

1. I have a chocolate addiction. I manage to abstain for long periods but people always seem to offer me some and I can’t say, “no.”

2. I say whatever is on my mind without thinking, but rarely, “no”.

3. Sometimes I unplug the phone and pretend I’m not home.

4. The used teabags occasionally end up in the bin, instead of the compost, especially when it’s nighttime and the compost bin needs emptying and I’m too lazy/scared to go tramping into the garden at night.

There’s more, but I’ll leave it there, because I’m too slack to write them down. And I accept that.

What one flaw will you embrace about yourself today, without judgment, without guilt? Oh, and please feel free to accept the Slack Blogger award if you feel you deserve it.

X Lisa


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Why we love pink

Some of you are perhaps thinking that you don’t actually like pink. That’s okay. Bear with me.

Pink is a colour that does no harm. It is innocent, hence the connection with babies (baby girls, at least).  It tries to please. No one wearing a pink top in a department store is going to be rude to you. The nice shop assistant wearing a ruffled pink dress will not pretend she is busy trying to look up something important on the computer screen. She will just stop what she’s doing, smile, and say, “How may I help you?’

If everyone in the army wore pink there would be no wars. Seriously, it’s that horrible, murky green colour that’s causing all the problems, or that dirty sandy colour. Any colour that is designed to fade into the background is obviously asking for trouble. But pink? Pink wants peace. Pink yearns for peace.

If the other side (the so-called enemy) ran out of bullets, a person wearing pink pants would offer some of their ammunition – only fair – and then the guy on the other side, wearing a little pink jacket would offer the first guy one of his sandwiches. And they’d realise that they actually have a lot in common; they both love soccer, have kids the same age, miss their wives desperately. And they’d have a laugh, introduce all the other guys to each other. Drink some pink cordial tasting of rose petals. And go home.

Pink cheers you up when you’re feeling down. Pink roses smells sweeter than any other rose, kind of like Turkish delight. Pink champagne makes you giggle – seriously. Brave men wear pink. Kind women wear pink. Babies love pink.

All I’m saying is, “Give pink a chance.”

And while we’re on the topic of pink, that lovely Ollin Morales has given me an award, which is delightfully pink and made me happy, happy, happy.

There are pink rules involved which are as follows:

1) Thank and link back to the person who gave you this award. [Thank you Ollin!!!!!]
2) Share 7 things about yourself. [I’ve already done this, you can check my earlier post Write what you know (unlike the clever Ollin, I don’t know how to link to my articles – sorry!]
3) Pass the award along to 6* bloggers who you have recently discovered and who you think are fantastic for whatever reason! (*Changed from 15 to 6, because 6 is my favourite number.)
4) Contact the bloggers you’ve picked and let them know about the award.

Okay, so the bloggers I’d like to nominate are:

1. JPcabit, This blogger can write prose and poetry (both good and bad) and is currently sovereign minister of international affairs. And writes shiveringly beautiful stuff on wolves and wilderness.

2. Smander Who thinks she’s terrible at poetry but is really very talented at it.

3. Brownpaperbaggirl Has a natural warmth that shines through the page. The kind of blog that lifts your spirits.

4. Somethingtolearn In search of meaning and bliss. An inspirational place to visit.

5. Shylockbooks Some great clips (check out the JK Rowlings interview, Ollin), articles, interviews! and giveaways all done with elegance. And also the lass to crack the mystery editor mystery!! How smart was that.

6. Kavita For being the mistress of beautiful poetry, and yet remain humble and helpful and encouraging of my woeful words.

6. HemaP For interesting posts, for stunning pictures, for loving burnt sienna, and pink.

There are so many other beautiful blogs that deserve the Lovely Award, but I tried to chose blogs that didn’t have a hundred awards already.

You’re all lovely.

X Lisa


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The Bad Poets’ Society

Despite lots of encouragement, and some late-night, red-wine-fuelled writing attempts, I have come to the realisation that I really do suck at poetry. But you know what? I am not disheartened. I am not going to feel sorry for myself.

Because I have decided to start up a club. [Perhaps just for this week, because I don’t like my chances of sustaining anything that I’m crap at.] A special society for  Bad Poets.

Why not?

I would like to officially open this club with a little poem.


[That wasn’t part of the poem btw]

Ode to Dots

When I stop thinking

I am nothing

Just a dot

That loves pink

Occasionally pulses

And in the morning

Needs coffee.

Well folks, that’s about as good as it gets.  Feel free to add your own poem, or a link to your blog if you’re one of those smarty-pants-poetry-is-second-nature-to-me types and want to make the society members jealous.

Bad poets around the world unite!!

X Lisa

ps. Can I be president please? Now that we’ve got a female PM down under, I think it only fitting.


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When your heart is breaking…write

Oh, how I envy those poets. Those men and women who can juggle a few words in their head and then put them onto the page (or screen) in an way that carries meaning.

How do they do that?

When my heart is breaking, or doing anything else out of the ordinary, besides beating, I write.

Even when I have nothing to say. When the words elude me. It’s healthier than drinking. It’s cheaper than therapy. Even emptiness can sometimes bear fruit.

I wish, with a passion, that I could write poetry, because I think it’s such a good pain vessel; almost specifically designed for the task.

But my poetry would turn out something like this:


And really what good is a one word poem?

How much of your heart finds its way onto the page?

Do your character express your emotional experiences? Do words help you make sense of life?

I’m sending love and gratitude to all the poets out there for expressing the inexpressible.

X Lisa


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