After four long and fun-filled years, my Professional Writing course has come to an end and with it, also came success.
Last year my grades were strong enough to earn me my Diploma of Arts (Professional Writing) which, I collected in March of this year. This year my grades were strong enough yet again to get my Advanced Diploma in the same above named course.
I can now sit back and concentrate on writing for myself, writing the things I haven't written for quite while... my twisted tales of horror and the like.
I have successfully collated an anthology of my poetry which will be printed off this weekend ready to be sent to the publisher, Ginninderra Press who has, coincidentally, received samples and has made an offer to publish. This will be my second publication since and including 2012 when, I was published in the 2012 Spring Poetry Festival magazine hosted by the South Australian English Teachers Association. I have also set my sights on the Celapene magazine, 'Short and Twisted' which most of you know, I am more than capable of coming up with something to compliment the title.
My only set back is cutting myself back to the 2,000 words maximum limit but, I will do it in the aim of being published once again.
In closing, I'd like to wish all of you in my current circles a very safe, happy and fun-filled Christmas and a very prosperous New Year.
Friday, 11 December 2015
Friday, 24 April 2015
A Special Day
100 years ago today the young men of Australia and New Zealand's history joined forces for the better good of both countries. They did it for the monarchy BUT above all; they did it for the generations yet to come so that they could live the lives that they do.
Oh so many lives were stolen on that beach in Gallipoli on that first landing and yet they kept on going in the name of freedom...OUR freedom.
Yesterday, I heard of a terrorist attack where somebody chose to plant a bomb to steal yet more lives on such a sacred day in our nation's history and it sickened me beyond belief. My first thought was 'If you can't be a TRUE Aussie go back to your homeland and leave us be. No body forced you to come here... that was your choice. YOU were the immigrant/refugee that chose our shores and our way of life from that of your homeland so assimilate... be an Aussie BUT do it with love in your heart. If you can't do this then you don't deserve the right to call Australia home.'
It is also a day that we stand and pay homeage to every military force and the members there of who put their lives on the line in Korea, WWII, Vietnam and last but not least Iran and Iraq in the name of PEACE.
To those out there who don't want to enjoy this God-given commodity; leave, be gone as life is way too short to be at war with terrorism.
Oh so many lives were stolen on that beach in Gallipoli on that first landing and yet they kept on going in the name of freedom...OUR freedom.
Yesterday, I heard of a terrorist attack where somebody chose to plant a bomb to steal yet more lives on such a sacred day in our nation's history and it sickened me beyond belief. My first thought was 'If you can't be a TRUE Aussie go back to your homeland and leave us be. No body forced you to come here... that was your choice. YOU were the immigrant/refugee that chose our shores and our way of life from that of your homeland so assimilate... be an Aussie BUT do it with love in your heart. If you can't do this then you don't deserve the right to call Australia home.'
It is also a day that we stand and pay homeage to every military force and the members there of who put their lives on the line in Korea, WWII, Vietnam and last but not least Iran and Iraq in the name of PEACE.
To those out there who don't want to enjoy this God-given commodity; leave, be gone as life is way too short to be at war with terrorism.
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