Current word count, as at 10 November 2016: 23,092/50,000 words. I’m doing way better on word count this time around, as compared to previous years. It’s quite exciting!(more…)
DAY 3 started out very well. I smashed out 1700 words very quickly, caught up with a friend for coffee, uploaded some new art to my RedBubble portfolio, picked up the kids from school, took them to the public library for our weekly book borrowing session, Child No. 2 got to ballet lessons on time (a victory in its own right), washed the dishes, helped Child No. 2 finish a project in which she got to interview some wonderful immigrant friends about their experiences moving to Australia, and even got in some time playing Townsmen – all before The Husband got home from work.
DAY 4 sees me starting the day with 5,257 words. To be on par I need 6,667 words by the end of today. But as weekends are generally not good for me when it comes to writing, because I don’t have the luxury of silence and solitude afforded to me by school days when the kids are out, I need to try to get as close to 10,000 words as possible by the end of the school day. It’s late morning now and already I have gone for a half hour walk in the magnificent spring sunshine. We recently moved house and it was my first lone venture into the wilds of our new suburb. It’s hilly, and filled with countless beautiful gardens that line the borders of the prestigious retirement village next to Child No. 1’s school. I’ve played with the cats, brought in a load of washing, filled the car with petrol – so now, unless I find another procrastination option (like WordPress!), I have no excuses.
Racism, Asylum Seekers, Australia
As one of the many Australians who want to see our country’s treatment of asylum seekers be more reflective of humane, human rights-affirming, healing action, it can be a source of constant despair to read about our nation’s treatment of people who are fleeing wars. It seems that the vocal majority are opposed to assisting asylum seekers.
I awoke this morning to find that the crazy storm that ripped through Melbourne last night knocked the neighbours’ conifer tree over, and it fell right through one of their cars before landing halfway across the fence. The State Emergency Service cleaned up most of it last night, but it wasn’t until I opened the curtains this morning that I realised the top quarter of the tree has taken up residence right on top of our landlords’ nicely landscaped garden. I’ve sent off the photos and emails to the agents who manage the property and am awaiting their advice. But I don’t want to spend the whole day anxiously ruminating and time is running out for my NaNo plans. Normally by October I want, at the very least, a vague plot for my NaNoWriMo story. I already have the Hallowe’en decorations out and no workable story yet. Hopefully the looming pressure of the self-imposed deadline will fire up my creative gears.
The last time I shared anything on my WordPress blog was in August 2016. Scheduled art posts aside, I can’t believe it’s been that long. As I mentioned then, we were evicted from our house. I don’t know what the rental laws are like in other parts of the world – I’ve heard that parts of Europe tends to be a lot more protective of tenants’ rights – but here in Victoria, Australia, they’re pretty awful. It was only in the last couple of months that the Victorian Supreme Court made the decision that properties must be maintained in a liveable condition. That’s right, up until very recently, landlords were allowed to rent dangerous, derelict properties to tenants. It took a woman from a low socio-economic bracket and her Legal Aid lawyer (Legal Aid being a free legal service for poor people who need access to assistance) to fight the monster that is rental laws in our state, and I thank God for her willingness to take this fight to the highest levels. Someone had to.