I’m Jenn J McLeod, a nomadic novelist, and since 2014, home for has been a purple and white caravan I call Myrtle the Turtle.
Downsizing my life into a 25 foot van meant getting rid of my huge book case and all my books (*insert sad face*). On the plus side, I’m discovering towns to find inspiration for my country stories (like Barmoya/Yeppoon in Qld) and I do lots of library talks and bookshop events in regional towns around the country. Continue reading “Jenn J’s Reader Promise”
by MC D’Alton
Well it would seem the Gods of adventure take their job incredibly serious, especially when it comes to making my life just that wee bit more interesting.
We will skip the many, many, MANY, times they have injected excitement, unexpected happenings and just plain out-there ‘WOW’s’ into my life, and get right to it.
I’m a bit of a Princess. I love my creature comforts and am not particularly fond of stepping outside of my comfort zone, however…
Hubby and I needed some serious down time and the boys needed space, time to be boys, and not screen addicted zombies. So, when friends of ours invited us to go camping, we ‘ummmed’, ‘aaahed’ and finally accepted. Continue reading “A Camping we would go!”
By Melanie Page
‘The time has come’, the walrus said
To talk of many things….
And talk we did. The BookBaybz all met up today for one of our working/ chatting/ planning gab-fests (oops, extremely productive, coffee-fuelled, brainstorming sessions). We had two ring-ins, fellow writers from the local area. And it was a salutary lesson about how much goes into all our writing. Continue reading “Coffee with the Baybz”
Mad, bad and dangerous to know – Byron, the ultimate regency rake.
George Gordon, Lord Byron died in 1824, but he lives on, not only in his poetry and as a national hero of the Greek War of Independence, but as an inspiration and a ‘type’ in romantic fiction, particularly regency romances. Continue reading “Mad, Bad and Dangerous”
By MC Dalton
Hello, goeie dag, dumela, sawubona, g’day mate!
My name is Michelle, but as you can see I write under a pen name.
Born in South Africa, my husband, our almost five-year-old triplet boys, and I left our home in 2010 for a safer, better future here in Australia. I am a nurse, but my passion is story telling. I spent hours as a small child listening to my Gogo, (Goh, goh – Zulu for grandmother), telling me tales, and when Gogo left this life, my Nan, her daughter introduced me to the awesome world of romance! Continue reading “Meet Michelle!”
By MC Dalton
I’ve never been the type of person who could honestly say, I had a ‘favourite’, favourite. What I mean by this is, there are too many things to like to simply only like the one thing – make sense?
Don’t worry if I don’t, I rarely do, hehe.
But, if I were asked about which books and movies have made lasting impressions on me, well then….
Let’s start with Movies. Continue reading “A Few of my Favourite Things…”
By Melanie Page
Not marble nor the gilded monuments
Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme,
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword nor war’s quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
’Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the Judgement that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers’ eyes.
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 55 (above) could have been written to celebrate William Shakespeare and his deathless contribution to English language and literature. April 23rd is the day he was (probably) born, as well as the day he died. He was just 52 (my own impending age) and had written a collection of plays that are some of the most memorable texts in the English language.
When we were in England a couple of years ago, we had the opportunity to see a performance of ‘Macbeth’ at the reconstructed Globe Theatre in London. It was the highlight of my trip, a magical moment. I was absolutely mesmerised.
We sat on thin cushions, hired for the performance. We sat in the balcony, with a spectacular view of the stage. Each tiny section holds only a handful of seats, just three rows deep. The best word to describe it was ‘intimate’, even though the audience was about 2000 strong. The theatre itself is a work of love. It is a replica, as exact as they can make it, built entirely of wood, just as the real Globe was. To be there was to step into the past.
Literature is, for me, the gift that keeps on giving. It never gets old. There are always new ways of seeing the old stories, always new stories being told, that tell old tales, old truths in new ways. And the best thing is, that, even though I am no Shakespeare, I get to be a part of it, weaving stories out of skeins of words, knitting together tales to warm the human heart.
So Happy Birthday Mr Shakespeare! Thanks for all your wonderful words!
