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Happies...

We all enjoyed a lovely visit with mum last week!  I really do wish we lived closer.  The boys loved seeing her, Dave appreciated her doing the dishes!  And we had a fabulous time talking all things writing!In related news, my main supervisor will receive the final draft of my thesis today.  This doesn't mean I'm finished, so please hold you congratulations for now.  What it means is I've got to wait for her to read through it all again and get back to me with the changes she feels are absolutely necessary at this stage.  When I've completed those and it's been handed to the examiners, THEN I'll be finished.  For now though, I've done all the work I can do until my supervisor comes back to me - it feels really odd not having something I should be doing right now...We spent a lovely afternoon with MIL at her house yesterday in celebration of her 82nd birthday.  We left her with a pile of books (which should last her a fortnight, tops, at the rate she devours…

Still here!

Yes, I'm still here, though in the past week I've been ACTUALLY working pretty hard to finish up my manuscript and write the exegesis.  I've been up through the night for three of the last four nights, and this morning I finally manage to finish the exegesis - at least to draft stage, though there will only be one draft, which will now be edited within an inch of its life before being submitted.

Mum is coming to stay with us for a few days tomorrow night.  She has a conference, so we don't expect to see much of her, but I'm hoping to pin her down in the late evenings to give the manuscript and exegesis (and all the other bits and pieces, including the bibliography) a final going over.  Then I'll put them on disk and send them back with her.  I'm considering saving the files as PDFs to prevent something untoward happened to the formatting in the printing stage.  Mum will then have the responsibility for getting the two volumes (manuscript and exegesis) prin…

The food processor brain of this writer...

Last night I realised one of the challenges I face with writing to a deadline is that my brain seems to work a little like a food processor.  At one end I stuff information, experiences and ideas into it.  Those bits and pieces are pushed through a processing system that chops and mixes and mashes them all together, and at the other end the finished product comes out - a little like coleslaw; all ready to be dressed and presented.

It's great in that my intuitive mind works well to take a little bit of this and put it together with a little bit of that, producing an appealing end product.  The problem is, the process cannot be rushed!  If I stuff too much information, experiences and ideas in the first end all at once, I clog up the system and it grinds to a halt. So, I have to carefully feed my mind piecemeal, so it can properly process stuff as it receives it (this process has slowed somewhat as I've gotten older, too, I must say).  Alternatively, if I try to open the machine…

Freud has much to answer for!

I was going to post this photo yesterday as part of a rant about how I've supposedly screwed my children's psyches up for life by breastfeeding each of them to the age of 4.5, or there abouts, when each of them decided to wean.

I ended up not posting that post because it seemed kind of fruitless in the face of overwhelming squeamishness in our society (mass media influenced Western society) regarding long term breastfeeding.

The truth is though, we (our society as described above) seems to have many, many ISSUES with our bodies, and our relationships with one another regarding our bodies and this is probably a much larger topic than can be covered in a mere blog post, but I wanted to put down some thoughts regarding this - in reference to parenting in particular.

If you look at the photo of my three older boys above, you'll see boys who just wouldn't stand out from the crowd as unusual in any way.  As a friend likes to put, we "pass for normal" in mixed compa…

The lull after the storm.

Last week was a full on week...  No wait, that was the week before.  I've managed to lose an entire week!  Somewhere between getting tattoos, a house inspection, the school fair, and this moment, I've mislaid an entire week!

Hmmm, okay, let me backtrack and try and figure out where it went.  Okay, so there was the fair.  Then on Sunday, I finished the edits mum had sent me on Thursday.  When I rang her on Monday, she had no voice!  She was also not at work, but at home - sick!  So, no more edits have been forthcoming from that corner of the world, but I'd much rather mum got better, anyway.  Instead we decided I'd better get that pesky exegesis out of the way.  So, I joined our local library (where Dave has what would amount to a $9000 fine owing - that's 30c a day, per book, for three book overdue by three years).  When the lady asked me if I'd ever had an account at that library before, I smiled and honestly said, "No.' So, OK, I used to share an add…

Theories of Creativity...

I've been given the go-ahead to get started on my exegesis for the Master of Arts (Creative Writing) degree I'm attempting to complete this year.  Thankfully, the university has provided a nice little one page outline of the kinds of topics that should probably be covered in the 8-10 000 word paper.  One point indicated that the student (me) should consider the theories of creativity with regard to the novel they have written for the thesis.  I have to admit, I haven't actually read a lot about the theories of creativity (was that in one of our coursework units, I don't think it was!).  So, last night I found myself Googling and acquainting myself with the various theories, of which there seem to be quite a few!

One article led to another and then I came across a really interesting (to me) article by one Robert J. Sternberg titled, "The Nature of Creativity", where he writes, amongst other things,


Personality. Numerous research investigations(summarized in Lu…

The stupidsticious side of Law of Attraction...

Some years ago there was a lot of hoopla about the release of "The Secret".  Oprah went and well and truly got her knicker in a knot over it and dedicated more than one of her shows to telling the entire world about The Secret...  Not much of a secret if the whole world knows, Oprah.  The truth be told, the whole idea of creating one's own reality through perception and practice never was a secret.  Not to anyone who thinks beyond what's for dinner, and does my bum look big in these jeans?

In case you managed to live under a rock during "The Secret" phenomenon (lucky you, it was hell out here!), it was basically a bunch of very entrepreneurial types selling "the secret to life long happiness and success" for the small fee of something like $125 for a book and a DVD (which immediately was pirated and circulated to all and sundry, but they still managed to make a mint from their clever idea).  I mean, you don't have to be Einstein to know that h…

To the Fair!

As luck would have it, when Erik first asked to go to school, it was only a fortnight before that years school fair, and so to get a bit of a sense of our prospective school's community, we decided to go to the fair as passive observers.  Keep in mind that for all of Erik's life, we'd planned to homeschool him, and really, neither of us was (or is) a fan of formal, organised education...  However, we were pretty impressed by what we saw at the fair.  Not only was it all splash and sparkles with fairground rides, a live band, a bar, show bags, face painting, and it's very own professional artshow, but obviously it was supported by a lot of very involved, friendly parents who seemed to enjoy each others company.  Children ran about and there was a very strong community atmosphere. It was quite reassuring...

Five fairs on, and we are even more impressed because now we're on the inside.  We know the people on the various stands and stall, in fact, we ARE the people for…

There is no such thing as the "perfect time"...

I've been very cranky lately because I thought I'd be finished writing my manuscript and essay for my Masters degree by now.  I thought I'd be finished by the middle of November.  I thought it would be a hard slog to cross the finsih line and then I could shift my focus onto different things...

Instead, it's the 5th of November, and right now it looks like I'll still be working on this until the 18th (if not longer, because my deadline has been pushed back so many times now that I don't dare count on finishing at any specific date anymore).

I felt really angry and frustrated by this.  As a friend put it today, I like to work to a deadline, I like to leave things to the last minute, working under pressure works really well for me because I put all my energy and inspiration into the last push.  When the deadline keeps being moved, I just can't keep up that level of energy and inspiration over a period of weeks beyond the original deadline date, it completely …

The Big Week...

It's been a huge week this week, and it's not over yet!

Monday, I was supposed to be going to have coffee with the lovely Jayne, but instead I had to get up with the sparrow farts and trek two hours across town to eyeball my brother and make sure he was still alive and well.  He was.  For my trouble, he suggested we do another tattoo, and luckily for me, his flatmate had the anaesthetic I like to used because I REALLY don't like the idea of needles puncturing my skin.  The first tattoo went so well, he suggested we push on and actually attempt to finish most of the rest of the work I want to get done.  Mind you, by the time we got to the third tattoo we were out of time and anaesthetic, so I thought I would brave the pain - HUGE MISTAKE!!!  That Emla cream works wonders, you have to try it without the cream to know just how miraculous that stuff is!  Ouch!  We had the artwork for all the boys tatts, but not the one for Dave's so haven't done that one.  Also, althoug…