Tom's Grandma Pam

My best friend at school is Tom. He’s taller than me and has brown hair that sticks up at funny angles out of his head, which looks cool.

Tom and me sit next to each other ‘cos his last name is Perkins and mine is Parkes and the teacher made us sit alflibeticly at the start of the year and there was no one with a last name between Parkes and Perkins.

This was very lucky coz we was best friends straight away because he likes Batman and he knows that Batman would beat Spiderman in a fight, even if Spiderman was fighting with a bear! Not that he would because Spiderman lives in a city, but if he lived in the country with bears, Batman would still win.

I like going to Tom’s house because he has the best video games and he has no brothers or sisters that he has to share with, so we can play all night until bedtime without a stop except for toilet and dinner. One time we had to stop playing because Tom’s mum was going to visit his Grandma Pam. Tom wanted to go too because the ice cream place near Grandma Pam does bubblegum flavoured ice cream.

We went in the big car with the DVD so we could watch Ice Age again, but that is OK cos I like that movie. His mum drove us to Grandma Pam’s. There was no houses which was funny. Tom explained that his Grandma Pam lives in a hole in the Cement Tree. There was a big stone that told us we were at the right hole. The hole was hidden in the ground, but if you talked loud enough Grandma Pam would hear you.

When I’m old I want to live in a hole in the Cement Tree too. I would have all my video games and I would play all day and not have to share. It would be warm and cosy. No girls would be allowed and I would eat lots of red skins and fantails.

When I got home I told mum about Grandma Pam. My Grandma Alice lives with lots of old people in a big house with green walls the colour of snot that smells of cabbage and is really really hot. Grandma Alice always cries when we visit because she doesn’t like it there.

I told mum that I thought Grandma Alice would be happier in a hole in the Cement Tree too. Mum started to cry so Dad got cross and I had to go to my room without any dinner but that was OK cos I was still full of bubblegum ice cream.

The Princess & the Wolf

The sun scattered freckles of light through the arching canopy of trees. Lifting her face to embrace the rays, our Princess rides at full speed. Immersed in the pure sensation of movement: her hair dancing behind her; the sound of wind thundering past her ear drums; the gentle slap of the air on her cheeks; eyes shining brightly in her up-turned face as she watches the light play between the leaves & branches over-head. She feels the purest joy of movement, a sensation of complete oneness with her own universe. She is the princess, escaped from her castle to run free. Her faithful hound loping rhythmically by her side.

She doesn’t worry for her own safety as she urges her mount forward, peddling faster and faster down the natural tree formed cathedral. Nothing can touch her as she runs free to worship her own religion. She has flowered to be the magical creature she always believed herself to be. Here the rules of mathematics do not apply. Here the real world isn’t allowed in and she can create her very own mythology.

From behind the trees the Wolf watches her with hungry eyes; the eyes of a hunter mentally devouring his prey. Her happiness tortures him with the razor-sharp knifing pain of longing. Her youth casts a twisted spell over him, creating desires that bubble under the surface of his skin. He can feel his fingers tingling with the urge to reach out and touch her light-soaked cheeks. Just one touch would alleviate his pain and distract him, if only for a moment, from the disease eating him from the inside out.

The Princess slows, exhilarated and breathless as she nears the end of the path. She prepares to turn back, to go back to her castle home. Dusk has started to leave her velvety fingerprints across the air.

Turning to her dog sitting panting by her side she exclaims “I’ll race you back”, leaping forward with laughter frothing in her throat.

Hurtling forward through the cooling and darkening air she sees the Wolf step out of the trees ahead. She slows as she approaches him, stopping barely an arm’s reach from him.

“We were racing” she explains slightly breathlessly

“I can see that” the Wolf answers “but now it’s time to go home.”

Smiling the Princess dismounts to walk beside the Wolf, pushing her bicycle as he turns in the direction of their home. Walking along, he reaches out his fingers to touch the smooth skin of her arm.

“I hope dinner is ready, I’m starving” the young girl says innocently turning to smile at the old Wolf that she knows and loves so well.

“Me too” he answers, a glimmer of sadness in his eyes “me too”.

Lovely Louis Lizard Catcher

Just a quick post update as I am supposed to be house cleaning & I keep coming up with reasons not to. Bad bad me!

Here is a photo of my lovely Louis, he looks like such a little angel in this shot. Ha! If only! He caught two lizards today and I managed to rescue both (but sadly not their tails) before he could kill them. Pretty good day except I have lizard tail blood trails on my cleaning up list. Those disembodied tails really do wriggle up a storm for ages.


I can not believe just how lazy I have been this weekend. Saying that, with a nasty stomach bug last week, maybe I needed to just keel over this weekend. I do feel more human now.


Really loving the twitter phenomenon, especially having discovered so many writers that I really admire are regular tweeters. Now I have daily doses of inspiration, which is all really helping with my creative endeavours.


I am working on a fantasy book that I started when I was a teenager. Saying that I am not really picking up where I left off. The characters have been fermenting in the back of my mind. They have always been lurking there and it feels really good to be actively spending time with them. It probably sounds nutty but they are very real to me. Before you call for the men in white coats, I know they aren't "actually" real, but they are great company. So I am starting that all over again.


There are another two stories I am also going to be developing. One is a kids story and the other is for adults. Both are set in real world but with magical dimensions to them. I have issues dealing with real + real. Too much real for me. My imagination doesn't work that way. I need to let it run.


Well I feel better for posting about my writing projects. Now that Louis & I aren't the only ones that know about them, it gives them more substance. What is it about writing that is just so magical? I hope that I always feel the magic in it.


Signing off for now.