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5 Tips for Winning NaNoWriMo

I'm doing NaNoWriMo again this year. I say "doing", but what I mean is "registered for". Last year I wrote about 54,000 words, which officially made me a winner but in actuality made me very tired. Also, none of the words were salvageable. Well, maybe six


Now we are six(+24).

This Saturday coming is my thirtieth birthday. I remember my tenth birthday in particular. I was terrified of being ten. I remember lying on a blue couch and tracing the numbers '1' and '0' in the carpet and crying because I was so bloody old and


The fear of open spaces

I'm an agoraphobe. It's funny, I think pretty much everyone knows what one of those is now. It's become a thing that people are. I'd describe my phobia as "moderate". I'm not housebound (unless I really crack the shits and use it as an excuse to


Moving to America

A little girl in Georgia's class moved away to America today. They had a party. We bought cupcakes with sugar flowers on them. When we drove to school, Georgia said she was excited about the party. "There will be lamingtons!" she said. At before school care, Anne put the


Lily, card maker.

Lily has been busily making a birthday card for my mum. I am quite impressed by the poetry of the greeting: nanna, dear nanna. This sets the tone of the card nicely - it is a serious reflection on just how important Lily's nanna is in her


They were more fuchsia, actually

Music. I think. Something is making the balcony vibrate. Is it an earthquake? No, I'm pretty sure it's the music. It was pretty loud inside. I'm standing in a circle with three guys. We're huddled close together, but we needn't be. No one cares. Hell, you



After the nurse leaves, I go outside and sit on a cobbled wall. The stones are cold. I call the only number I can remember. "Mum." She breathes at the end of the line. "Mum, the baby died." Minutes pass between us in a dull silence. It might be raining. "Mum?" Her