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Part 3. Denver.

In my previous post about Seattle, I said that I could live there. However. Denver took me by surprise and I would definitely live there. Capitol Hill, where we were based, was utterly delightful. Not in a picturesque sense. You can just relate to everyone and everything and there is an easy flow of life that you can imagine being a part of. This feeling crept up on me and I didn’t really notice how liveable the town was till about the end of day two. By that time, I was certain that Capitol Hill would be a wonderful base for my family–if we ever decided to be brave enough to leave Australia for America. It wasn’t just my imagination either, my hubby agreed with me wholeheartedly. It was ridiculously cold at night, but during the day the Denver sun was very welcoming. I don’t have pictures of Wax Trax, Queen City General Store, Sub Culture, City O City–such places that made me gush over our Denver neighbourhood. My eldest, Xavier, wanted to see the snow …

Part 2. Seattle.

Here is part 2 of my delayed recap of our United States family trip: SEATTLE. There’s a cosmic level of support that you can feel within this city. From the ground up, it lives in the buildings, people, the air, and it forms a culture that you can easily attach to. Art and individuality. Home and hearth. Something like that, but deeper, richer. Seattle, yes, I could live here. Part 1 was Los Angeles.

Part 1. Los Angeles.

My family and I went to America in February for my 40th birthday. It was my first time visiting there. We had two weeks to play with, and a toddler and a nine-year-old in tow. From Los Angeles, we went to Seattle, Denver, Memphis and San Francisco, before returning to LA and flying back home. The night before we left Adelaide, I received guidance that America’s cold temps were going to be detrimental to the health of my youngest (he had fallen sick the day before). Then my eldest got sick too, and I felt like the odds were against us. Naturally, I was worried about the kids and thought it best to postpone the holiday, but what do you do when the whole trip, worth thousands, is non-refundable?! Of course, I did not want to cancel; it was the kids’ first international holiday, and not to mention that the last time I had been abroad was over ten years ago. Despite our terrible start to the trip and reasonable share of crappy moments: the …

I’m Just Going to Leave You With This

A couple of days after hearing that Chris Cornell died, I’d planned to pen a short piece on my thoughts but then I read the excellent It’s Not What You Think by Rich Larson, which totally resonated with me — a lot of it I wished that I’d written, and then coupled with Tom Morello’s moving poem, I decided that there was nothing further I needed to say online. Everyone that has dwelled on the news of his passing appears to have taken away something different from it: a rock era is dying (or has died), prescription medicine contributing to suicidal thoughts needs to be stopped, it was selfish of him to leave his family behind, Eddie Vedder is the last one left… to name a few, but whatever it may be, it’s not the point. Grief is grief, surfacing in different ways among us, and loss is loss, and through social media we have come together to feel this together. I don’t really know what to take away from Chris Cornell leaving us just yet. Only that I …

Back, But Battered…

My blog was offline for a few months after a mishap with my web host. (Mind you, my main website remains offline but that’s because I am still working on its rebuild.) I restored a small selection of posts from a random time but I have lost a lot. Yep, gone. That is the explanation for the missing and sporadic entries, as well as the broken images. I may be able to bring back a few posts from some email archives but more importantly, I need to move on and upload fresh content. It’s good to have this space sorted again. Thanks for your patience. Update: I discovered that my Goodreads profile keeps an entire copy of my blog posts! It’s only until October 2014 but I am so relieved that I’ve managed to salvage more data. Hurrah!

Out With The Old

“I may have decided to pursue photography but I never told the writer side of me what I’d be doing with him. He was left hanging. Lately, whenever I had spoken about photography to someone and then heard the other person say: ‘And what about your writing — what will happen with that?’ the guilt would surface and boy, was it ever-present. Not a nice feeling. I did ignore it at first as I thought it would pass. But on the weekend I pulled up a chair for the writer side of me and asked him to deal with it. I told him to go and take an indefinite break. Maybe we will meet up again. But right now, he has to make room for the camera.” The above is an excerpt from a journal post of mine from 2007. For those that don’t know, I have wrapped up my wedding photography business indefinitely. I don’t foresee that I will shoot another wedding any time soon, but who knows what the future holds. For now …

Having A Baby and Writing A Novel

There are two definite things going on in my life that began this year. I am having another baby, and I am writing my first novel. It will be my second child; I’m due mid October. And it will be my second (proper) attempt at writing a novel, although, this is the most promising experience I have had in my life so far. (I tried to write something about 7 or 8 years ago, although, to be honest, I don’t really know what it was. After I abandoned it, I forgot about it, and I no longer thought of it as a novel attempt. Perhaps it was more like an extended exercise to teach myself how to write a novel. A practice novel. I guess.) (I also wrote about 4000 words of fluff for Nanowrimo during October last year. I’m not going to count that as an attempt either. The idea didn’t work and it wasn’t the right time for me to begin writing a novel.) So now I am 25% of the way through …

That Whole ‘Grit & Grace’ Thing…

In the Winter of 2013, there was a public announcement about the impending arrival of an online music magazine called Grit & Grace. It was to be a new project of mine although I didn’t make it obvious in the beginning that I was behind it. I created a website, social media accounts, registered the domain name, sorted email addresses, picked an editor and put out a call to help build a team. I met with key people in Adelaide for research, networking and brainstorming purposes. I dreamt about it; in my sleep and while I was awake. I didn’t have unlimited funds behind me as I was going to figure it out as I went along. It’s the way that I work best. An organic path. A recipe for disaster most would say, but moving organically is my thing, and it has worked for me in the past. This time however, I decided to try and plan as much as I could. My family thought it was a bad idea from the start so that also pushed me …

Once Closing-Down, Now Free

This morning when I went to one of my local shopping centres, I noticed that the furniture store had finally cleared out. They had a closing-down sale, which I thought would run for at least 2 years — seems like most of these closing down sales run forever — but alas it ran for only a few weeks. I peered into the empty space and I felt bad. Although, I don’t know how they survived as long as they did to be frank.  They had some nice stuff, but nobody ever seemed to be buying from there and whenever I went in, the sales people always had a look of desperation. Please buy our shit or we will die. That sort of thing. Awkward as hell. I’m relieved that I no longer have to see those desperate looks, and I hope the owner has a new opportunity in his life for something that he has wanted to pursue for some time now.

Longhand

Write every day, they say. I’ve been getting stuck into my beloved Jack Canfield, dealing with feelings that have taken me by surprise, reading my old journals and searching within. I’d forgotten about my internal pledges all those years ago to become a writer. It was such an unusual feeling to be reminded of how badly I once wanted it. For a passion that was embedded so deeply, how and why could I have let it go?  I think back to who I was back then, and I started to theorise that maybe it never got off the ground because it was all about the idea of being a writer. The sheer romance of it all. It would explain why I never submitted my work — well, I could count on one hand the work that I sent — but that doesn’t make much sense to me because I don’t submit my images for photographic competitions and awards as a photographer today either. I could also argue that perhaps I just wasn’t ready for submission …