Tuesday, 26 January 2016

Happy Australia Day!



Happy Australia Day!

Armed with a stick and a can of insect spray, thousands of Aussies are fending off venomous vermin in the search for their beach gear. Braving the maze of debris in their sheds and garages to find the umbrella, the camping chairs, the set of plastic wickets for beach cricket, and the esky. Cloudy day? grab the pop-up gazebo, too. 

Mere decades ago, unknown for our patriotism, we seem to have swung to the other extreme, painting ourselves in green and gold, fluorescent zinc, and draping our backs in the Aussie flag in an impersonation of a super hero. Shouts of, “Aussie, Aussie, Aussie. Oi, oi, oi,” ring out over beaches and parks across our wide, brown, green, ochre land. If someone yells, “DUCK!” they’re not referring to our feathered friends. No. It literally means, duck your head because a ball is flying in your direction. Aussie rules football, rugby league, rugby union, cricket, tennis… any number of balls could be airborne and heading for your melon.

I love this time of year. Seconds after Santa has done his globe trot, the shopping centres turf out the tinsel and stock the shelves with Aussie-flag-themed gear, and the green and gold. Our boxing kangaroo does battle with the Easter Bunny for prime shelf position as people gear up for the day. 

I love it. I’d go the whole hog if I could. Beach towel, bathers, thongs, esky, beach shelter, glasses…. The list goes on. Yeah, it’s obnoxious, but it’s one day a year. The best Australia Day is spent with friends and family on the beach, barbecue lunch, afternoon nap and fireworks after dinner eating a pavlova (technically from New Zealand, but we like to borrow). So dust off the snow, whip up some egg whites and sugar and celebrate with us. Oi!

The school holidays are officially over today. Excuse me while I quietly sob. It’s always a bittersweet moment for me. I love spending time with the boys, and I sure as heck don’t miss the morning rush out the door, but we’re all needing to get back into the routine. Show of hands, who finds entertaining children for six weeks straight exhausting? 

The end of last year was a bit tough for me. I have two kids with special needs. I was told of the potential for two more diagnoses to add to their woes. One of those is now confirmed. Enter Mother Guilt, layering herself to my heart like cellulite I’ll never get rid of. I feel like the most rubbish mother on the planet. Logically, I know I’m doing everything I can to help them, but it never feels like enough. 

Writing truly is therapy, for me. Like pouring out the movie reel in my head onto paper helps drain the stress with it. I spent the last days of 2015 staying up late to get Sensing You down on paper. I hope to be able to share an excerpt and some teasers, very soon. We’ll be having a release blast and a book tour with giveaways, so stay tuned for those. I’ll have some special goodies for one lucky winner.

Next up, I’m working on Convincing You, book #0.5 in the series, as well as a special side project that I can’t elaborate on, just yet. That one has my blood buzzing. I cannot wait to get it out!

That’s it from me for now. I hope you are all happy and healthy and I wish you the best year ever!

Cheers.