I know youve all been waiting with bated (get it) breath for me to announce the winner of the fishing competition. It was a tough decision with some splendid tall tales, but in the end I couldnt go p...
Every once in a while, I get a random email from a member of Team Fibro, asking questions about freelancing. How to get started. How to pitch. How to handle rejection. Most of these end up fuelling a...
Ive been working on a secret project. And now its no secret anymore. I am proud and pleased and thrilled and [insert all manner of adjectives] to announce the launch of a brand-new anthology. An eboo...
Im taking a little break, to get in some, er, fishing time. And I am - fishing, that is. Im throwing out lures, choosing the right bait, keeping lines in the water, hoping to hook... something.All wi...
There are times when I wish my blog wasnt so ... wordy. When I could pop up an image (taken by myself and looking spectacular, of course) and that would be it. That picture would say at least 1000 wo...
So a former student of Geelong Grammar is suing the school because they did not support her enough in maths to get the mark she needed to do law at university. The only surprise about this is that so...
Mr5 has gone to bed tonight clutching a pair of grey shorts to his heart. These shorts, size 2, are apparently his favourites. He loves them. He told me so.The fact that said shorts have been languis...
The Builder and I have a new obsession. Storage. We are moving from a house with two built-ins, ample kitchen cupboards, a linen press, a massive pantry, and a laundry full of spare cupboards to a ho...
This morning, as Mr8 and I were having our daily fight about putting on his uniform and finding his shoes, the phone rang. It was 8.15am. The lunches were half made. The teeth were unbrushed. My pyja...
Mr5 and I enjoyed a leisurely walk home today, at the cigarette-end of the afternoon, as the sun dipped and the traffic stream swelled with workers desperate to get home. We strolled along, me on foo...
When I started this blog, I knew nothing about blogging. Which is probably a good thing. It stopped me overthinking the whole thing, which would have put off the process by about... two years. I just...
When I was a kid, I hated singlets. Hated. Singlets. Particularly the long-sleeved variety known as spencers. Even the word makes my flesh crawl.Now that I am a parent, however, I am the Queen of Sin...
Given that our usual viewing fodder stretches to Grand Designs and Monster Moves, The Builder and I have been somewhat surprised at the level of our interest in The Voice. I thought wed lose interest...
If you were to ask my boys their least-favourite weekend activity, they would be hard-pressed to choose between two: looking at houses and looking at antiques. You can imagine their joy, then, when t...
With the nights drawing in and temperature cooling down, I thought it was time to address the etiquette of pyjamas. Specifically, what time to get into them, and what time to get out of them.In many ...
Ive been working on a little project. Ive dragged in some friends, got a fabulous team together, and hatched a scheme. To help. Its getting close. Dotting the odd I (lower case only, of course). Cros...
I have been lying on my sofa, thinking about blogging, for the past three hours."Must write a post," my mind said, over and over."Ah, but Im so comfortable," my body whispered back, s...
If youve met my sister Maxabella, youll know that shes a special kind of blogger. A little bit crafty, a little bit opinionated (okay, a lot), a little bit pretty, a little bit practical. Her Gratefu...
Of all the headlines on this blog, todays may be the weirdest. The reason for it is even stranger. I was sitting here contemplating how to begin a post about my new website. One of those trumpets bla...
So, I found myself on my back today, with one knee pressed up somewhere near my left ear, my right hand gripping my left forearm and a large man with a towel in his hands leaning on my top half with ...
Its been surprisingly easy not to blog for the past week. When I first started writing here, I would fret if I didnt get a post up every single day. Every. Single. Day. Im much more relaxed about the...
Fam Fibro is preparing for its first tentative steps into the wild. Our first camping trip. In a place where there are no amenities, no mobile phone reception, and, assumingly, no cafes serving skim ...
Yesterday, on the lo-o-ongest day ever (what is it about turning the clocks back after daylight savings that makes the day last for 48 hours?), as the air in the Fibro grew ever-more toxic and my tir...
Despite, or perhaps because of, the fact that I have written personal finances stories in various guises for the past five years (and more), I have a real problem with the word budget. And so I avoid...
I took myself off the shower tonight to contemplate tonights post. I kid myself that I do my best thinking in the shower. That all that steam is dislodging crusty old thoughts and sending inspiration...
It might surprise you all, given my half-heartedness at times and my regular aaaugh, what am I going to cook for dinner? tweets, but I am generally a from scratch cook. Mostly, convenience foods leav...
As I write this, Mr5 is in the next room, talking to the television as he watches The Smurfs, snuggled under the slanket (its a family garment, you know...). His hair is sticking up straight, giving ...
Ive been thinking a lot about ebooks lately. Im working on a special project (details to be revealed soon) and its taken me deep into the world of formatting, Kindle, Kobe, Mobi files and all m...
Theres been a lot of talk on the interwebs of late about anxiety. Im looking forward to reading Kerri Sackvilles forthcoming book (out May) about the subject because if its as funny as her Facebook s...
Im thinking about silence tonight. Specifically, lack of shouting and outrage and earnestness. So that would be silence online, I think.Im working on a really interesting story at the moment, one tha...
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