I write slower than Christy Brown with his left foot, so if you want to be on a sure-fire winner, join me for Writing Races tonight (Wednesday 9 May, 7.50 pm AEST) Just click on this link – Write with YA author Christine Bongers tonight! and follow the links. The beagle and I will be [...]
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Ready, set, write – Writing races on tonight!
Posted: May 9, 2012 in WritingTags: AWMonline, ready set write, Writing races
Flippin’ busy
Posted: March 16, 2012 in Children's fiction, Events, Writing, YA FictionTags: CBCA Qld Shortlist Night 2012, QWC, This Writing Life, YA Year of the Novel
Lately I’ve been feeling like a one-armed woman in a phone booth with a swarm of bees. Too many things coming at me at once. Talks, deadlines, workshops, Mum in hospital, hubba hubby overseas (on a Brokeback Mountain-biking week, no less – better bring back some fish!), a crescendo of kids’ sporting commitments, an unfinished [...]
First day back tomorrow
Posted: March 5, 2012 in Events, WritingTags: school visits, Taranganbah State School, writing workshops
It used to be my hat I couldn’t find…my pencil case….my school shoes. Now it’s my USB stick…my wireless mouse …my silver birkenstocks. It’s my first day back at school tomorrow and the usual last-minute flap is fluttering feathers around the house. I’m almost packed. Almost organised. At least I don’t have to worry about [...]
Everything you always wanted to know about writing YA but were afraid to ask
Posted: February 8, 2012 in Writing, YA FictionTags: Everything you always wanted to know about YA, Qld Writers Centre, This Writing Life, writing a novel, YA Year of the Novel
When I wrote my first novel I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. I had a head full of dreams and a driving need to capture evocative moments on paper. I wrote scene after scene, but had no idea how to string them together into a meaningful work of fiction. When I finally [...]
Confessions of a dog owner
Posted: February 6, 2012 in Family, Musings, WritingTags: beaglier, Confessions of a dog owner, derek zoolander, Huggy, This Writing Life
Boo me now – but I have never been a dog person. I know they’re cute, they’re loyal and they love unconditionally. But they also stink, they’re needy, they have fleas. They have some seriously distasteful licking and eating habits, and lordy lordy, don’t get me started on their by-products. The very thought of picking [...]
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: The concert hall at the Syndey Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 14,000 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 5 sold-out performances for that many [...]
It’s supposed to be hard
Posted: November 9, 2011 in Events, WritingTags: 1000 words a day challenge, blogging isn't part of word count, NaNoWriMo, swooning couch, This Writing Life, tortoises rule ok
‘If it wasn’t hard, everyone would do it. The hard is what makes it great.‘ Jimmy Dugan in A league of their own Confession time. I am not one of those writers who can spew out tens of thousands of words with gattling gun intensity. The mere thought of writing 50,000 words in a month [...]
A page a day is a novel a year
Posted: October 10, 2011 in Events, WritingTags: A page a day is a novel a year, Qld Writers Week, This Writing Life, work-in-progress
In recent weeks the work-in-progress has gone from tetchy to down-right flinty-eyed. Now the silent treatment has given way to full-blown tirades whenever I’m within spitting distance of the keyboard. So you’re back, are you? Think you can just dump me, then pick up where we left off? After you’ve been running around with that [...]
Still counting
Posted: September 26, 2011 in Family, Musings, WritingTags: morning breath, Seventeen years, surf trips, wedding anniversary
There have been a few changes over the past seventeen years. Someone (not him) has gained a few kilos. Someone (not me) has lost a bit of hair. He still goes on his surf trips. Because old surfers never die, they just stand up and paddle. I still don’t understand why people wonder at me [...]





