Unfinished Portrait of me by my mother Sheila Buchanan Buell It's been another extended week of editing. Going out pulling invasive weeds here in Australia, then locking myself up with my computer, with comments from my Beta Reader and my editor. Based on their feedback I pull out and plant more words into my memoir. … Continue reading Memoir Writing, Undressing My Soul
Writing
Discussions on the writing and publishing process.
Trepidation-no picture
My second book Getting Beyond... is almost finished. It is about my marriage, and the problems that threatened it both mine and my husband's. Neither of us was perfect. Writing is rewriting. The moment I think I'm finished, and I share the rough draft, I see something is missing. Writing is rewriting, editing again, and … Continue reading Trepidation-no picture
My Mother, Myself
My mother Sheila Buchanan Buell in a tree USA, 1955 Me living Mother's Dream, in a tree 2019, Australia The beginning of a weekly blog series comparing our lives and documenting the process of self-publishing my new book. Getting Beyond… My mother, Sheila Buchanan Buell was a victim. Born in Australia, but taken from her Australian … Continue reading My Mother, Myself
Renaming and Reorganization of my Blog
My blog Visionsfromtwocontinents started, December 11, 2017. That’s five years ago.Now it has a new, easier name, instead of writing visionsfromtwocontinents.blog, you can just look for patsysblog.com Back in 2017, a pandemic was something that only happened long ago, during WWI. In my book Visions from Two Continents: cover I published a letter my uncle Charlie wrote … Continue reading Renaming and Reorganization of my Blog
The Jab
I got the jab, 9 weeks ago in Australia. It was AstraZeneca, the only vaccine then available in Australia. I wanted to be vaccinated before I caught my flight to the USA. We stopped by the local Clinic, they said, “The vaccine will be available after Easter break.” We called after Easter, still no vaccine. Some friends … Continue reading The Jab
Writing at Long Timber
I think I Found a new desk here at Ewan creek. I’m in awe watching the ripples of the creek. The crow caws the sky is blue above the trees. I’m trying another spot. An old log moss grows in its cracks serves as a backbone for the iPad Still searching for the perfect position … Continue reading Writing at Long Timber
Island Isolation in Minnesota
Today on an island . Motors roar on the lake. Far away across the water. Cars speed by. A breeze drowns our the world. Hush, hush, hush. It smooths and waves gentle cattails. I used to paint. Absorbing the colors and shapes Into my being.Capturing beauty with my fingers. Now I strive To put it … Continue reading Island Isolation in Minnesota
Women’s Writing Retreat at The Clearing Am I Pregnant Again?
My first child was overdue, and a c-section. her conception was an act of joy, a miracle that combined two sets of genes in love. Once conceived she grew on her own. All I needed to do was eat. My first book a mixture of events written on many pages did not write itself, in … Continue reading Women’s Writing Retreat at The Clearing Am I Pregnant Again?
Understanding Australian
Living in a foreign environment even one that supposedly speaks English leads to many misunderstandings. Usually, if I listen closely and be patient I can appear to understand. That’s what my husband and I did on my first visit to Australia. We were visiting cousins I had never met in Bundaberg. We’d been driving all … Continue reading Understanding Australian
Virgin Australia
Virgin airlines 90 minutes Sydney Airport lines and waiting Finally Australia sky So blue Clouds white Water blue Rippling Sunshine bright Warm arm Shade up Tray up Land approaching Plane descending Ears popping Seatbelt fastened Wing flaps up Plane sways Lower we go Water closer Plane tilts Levels off still closer Sunshine Coast Sand beach … Continue reading Virgin Australia
