Poet Progressing to Prose


Testing myself within new and different environments

Lately I have been moving out of my comfort zones. Yes, that’s right – zone’S’.

I had to do something when I topped the bathroom scales at 102 kg. Loaded myfitnesspal.com to monitor every scrap of food and drink passing my lips. The only way I could eat that which I felt like eating required enough exercise to add to my daily allowance and still be on track for losing weight. I am now – after three weeks – at 98 kg this Sunday morning. I am tossing up whether to go for a walk or have a day of rest and modest meals. Meal planning has been a breeze. Into the supermarket and out with 14 frozen meals each fortnight (now into my second). It took one round to appreciate which are my favourite meals and on the second have eliminated the less enjoyable.

So that is one changed environment. The next is that I have started getting into the spoken word poetry scene here in Adelaide and there are many of those! I had been hesitant about going out and reading given that so many people find my lack of dentition off-putting, but it seems that I can read/recite with sufficient clarity for people to enjoy my work.  Not only am I out there reading, I also took park in a poetry workshop run by Jennifer Eades as poet in residence at the Adelaide City Library. Writing again now the novel is finished and handed to another properly prepare for Createspace. (Yes, I know I could do it myself, but I know me and there is always that one thing I forget to do.) She has done such a good job on  the cover. I think so.


How about you? Do you like it?



Out and about with my phone camera joining the fun of the Adelaide Fringe GooseChase. Capturing Street Art.





(Did wonders for my step count (Garmin) and distance and calories as measured in MapMyWalk.)



Next into another comfort zone. Until I joined and found myself contributing to steemit, I did not realise how little actual enjoyment I was getting out of Facebook . If you are looking for a more rewarding (in every sense) way of writing and sharing, then Google ‘steemit’ and follow links.

Within the steemit community I find myself able to write on a level I would never feel sufficiently free to do on Facebook. (Particularly after a sanctimonious comment made in reply to a post on domestic violence.) Within steemit I find the reward of bit coin tokens both receiving and giving to others far more motivating than anything ever on Facebook.

So, apart from updating calendar for poetry readings – and checking folk are alive and well – this is where you will find me in future.


Two surprises in one day.

Took myself for a long walk to clock up my 6000 steps goal. Rested at a bus shelter on the way home, (via West Terrace Cemetery) and there on the bench, was a book. I thought someone had lost it, but a label attached states

“Books on the Rail, take me home, read me, return me for someone else to enjoy.”

So… I now have a copy of Finding Nemo to enjoy.

Reaching the steps goal (taking it steadily) meant I could have some extra to eat as posting to my food diary within myfitnesspal.

The second surprise was tuning into a previously unseen episode of Midsomer Murders! With so many repeats over the years I thought I had, at one stage, seen them all. Not so! But I am beginning to guess what is coming next?
Had a busy day culling links stored as bookmarks. So many items of seeming interest which are now no longer available 404’s. Ah well.
This is my first post written which will go on-line as a Steem post. My fingers crossed.

New (ish) Year and a Fresh Start

Hopefully, 2018 will ind me a little more wise with my time and energy. For a while I had been running around like a headless chook (I will spare you a graphic) and not achieving much at all. Because as a person long retired who had allowed her retiring self to sink into doing as little as possible, I have only myself to blame. Now, I am on the verge of rewarding myself for some achievements.
First, finally attacking the weight gained while having Meals on Wheels delivered. Am on track, thanks to my fitness pal, to shedding slowly. Next, I started going out in evenings to poetry readings at bars and clubs. Open mikes. Well received. Discovered the price of beer which came as a bit of a shock! Manage to make one last the evening. Have been attending poetry workshops as the Adelaide City Library and finally getting back into writing poetry again. I have a bundle of books on the way from Createspace which is good as am being asked for copies!

Biggest step of all, is changing over to the  Steemit platform as a discipline to write more regularly within that community than I have been in that other place.



One of three magpie larks who drop by for some seed, dink and cool off.

Five sparrows also making it a pit stop.

Testing this post to see why graphics are not showing up in shared postings.

Have a great day.

Spellbound: Surfacing late in this Season.

Buried in books over this last week.

Thanks to recommendations by two persons, one on internet other in real life, I had my library hold and get for me, three books by

Barbara Kingsolver.

I will never be the same. TV turned off. Did I get dressed? I can’t recall. Did I stay awake for the New Year? No. Fell asleep as I could not continue to stay awake after reading. Did I start reading again as soon as I woke? YES.  Am I going to place a hold on other books? YES. So far I have kept my eyes glued to Pigs in Heaven, Flight Behaviour and The Poisonwood Bible.  

I am in total awe of the breadth, depth, research, compassion and ability to enthral her readers.  I guess, like most writers, when reading a brilliant work, there is part of the mind lost in the story and another part appreciative of the background knowledge, research, work and sheer slog going into the creation. I started to doubt my ability to ever write anything which could come within coo-ee distance of such masterful writing. Not only started to doubt, but fully doubting; aware of my lack of knowledge, education, diligence and determination.  But, as with any depression, there is a bottom to it and an upside out.  My upside, comfort and reassurance I found within that part of my life’s education and experience during the almost two years of putting one foot in front of the other described within Life Before Lithium . That period is the storehouse of experiences I could/should? translate into fiction. (currently free copy available from Smashwords during season sale).

Will I? Won’t I? Fact is, am feeling a bit in the doldrums; no creative energy unfurling my sails. Partly because I am waiting for a result due to be announced on February 9, 2018. That means, this way or that way about which I can do nothing until then. I have been trying to work on another novel – Breaking Hearts – not a romance, but a story about heart transplants. For this I have had to consciously create characters instead of letting them emerge as in Mixed Fortunes.  Trouble with that is I am drawing on facets of lives of people I know with a degree of detail which could enable identification – not on appearance, but on activity.

On the other hand, I could be out on the patio re-potting some plants, but then I really ought to go to Bunnings and bring home another bag of potting mix, but…. if I do that I know that not only will I get the mix, I will also get a few more saucers onto which stand pots and likely give into temptation to bring home more plants. This is while I am trying to restrain my expenditure to scrape together a couple of days in Canberra to experience the Seven Sisters display at the National Museum and, if going that far, check out the National Library and National Art Gallery.

Sitting here, talking to myself, knowing one person (Helen – Hi) will be listening while 120 have not heard from me via the Facebook page but not having had any feedback (other than H) will this post be READ? Feedback is like oxygen to an author!

Gives me a moment to wonder about freebies versus price one pays. Have been reading of the experiences of folk subscribed to Patreon and am wondering what I could offer to people in exchange for a regular, committed donation of even $1 a month (or more). Such a plan would certainly motivate me to post more frequently if that is what patrons wanted – or on whatever line of opinion, etc patrons would find interesting. Food for thought. Which reminds me, I have not had breakfast and it is now lunchtime and the library has been open for more than two hours. Will need to get dressed to go to the library and, being dressed may as well troddle onto Bunnings anyway. With Patrons I could buy more plants and get to Canberra, keeping my squirrelled away for book cover design if needed after the 9th of Feb.

What adventures?

What mistakes?

How many friends well or poorly chosen?

What is your story?

How interested are you in mine?




Reminder of Long Lost

Bought on the spur of the moment and now trying to recall what item/gift featured this flower. Long, long time ago but I recall I loved it. If only I could remember what IT was. A sachet case for handkerchiefs? A print or embroidered?

On one level I am enjoying this in this moment, and on another welcoming echoes of the past.

The reason I went shopping, thereby exposing myself to temptation, was to purchase a proper bird bath for visiting magpie larks. Replaced the collapsible dish shown below. All good. Just very lazy.

Birthing a Blurb

This has been the process in my attempt to craft a blurb for MIXED FORTUNES. Think I have it nutted out now, following help and suggestions from within FB groups, FB itself and responses to replies to email question.
The major stumbling block, it seems, is not being able to identify my market. Some love but not romance, some sex, but not erotica, some mystery, bits of violence but not much. In other words,
slices of Life.

Have adopted a strategy of taking a very close look at the blurb and cover, including fonts and colour, of books I take out of the library and which I enjoy reading. Eclectic mix. Then thinking back to the fictional but based on fact story most enjoyed. Came across the book by sheer luck as that paperback was the only book available to me when cooking on an outback sheep station. Don’t remember the name or that of the author, but can recall the story and the effect it had on me.
So, can I identify my target market as being folk who will be in the right place at the right time to find a copy of my book to hand? Too much in the lap of the gods?

We take what we can get and am grateful.

Activating the Passive Voice

The more I attend to this, the more cheerful I find myself. Leads me to wonder if, when most if not all, instances of passive voice is changed to reflect the active voice whether I will internalise the feeling as a permanent feature? I find it difficult these days to type the word ‘just’ when that used to be just about the most frequent and unnecessary word used.


When amended over 1,000 passives to actives and uncovered about sixty hidden verbs will I self-edit out the passive voice in future?

Watch out World!

A more positive Isabel is possibly about to poke her head over the horizon.
One tenth of the total manuscript attended today.
There may be those of you who think “What the heck is all the excitement about?” I was about ten years old when given the last grammar lessons in school before leaving school at barely fourteen. When Stylewriter kept pulling me up with ‘prefer active verb’ my reaction was “What the!” I have read how to recognise the rule – chased by a zombie – but it was only when making an individual note on paper the notion finally took hold. It was a fat notepad anyway and I wondered if ever I would fill its pages.

Feeling chipper and cheerful.

Tightening Tenses

While finding all the missing ‘t’s I came across some tenses of which I need to be sure I have down pat. While current action is in present tense, anything thought of reflected most likely to be past or future or varieties thereof. Have already corrected a few ‘was’ to ‘is’ when scouring for the ‘t’, so that will be the next global search throughout the whole document.