Doggone Train – Part 2 April 2019 As the train pulled out of Fish Hoek station, Travis stepped his legs wide to stop from falling over. The 6am train wasn’t quite yet full, but he knew it was going to get fuller as they bumped, scraped and squeaked along the line to town. He bumbled … Read more
Doggone Train – Part 1 March 2019 The pants that Travis’s mother had organised for him to wear scratched his lower back lightly with each step. It had tickled initially, making him skip, but now it felt like sandpaper, and Travis had to reach into the back of his pants with great effort to try … Read more
For the love of art – Part 4 February 2019 Over the next four weeks, Ellen would visit no. 12 once a week. Each visit would enable her the opportunity to remove one of the famous paintings. She found a bag that fitted each painting and carefully removed every single one. Except for the Pierneef. … Read more
For the love of art – Part 3 January 2019 Ellen sat staring at the Irma Stern painting on her calendar. Her thoughts miles away from her task of updating the houses on the website. She loved the emotion held in the Fisherman’s eyes. It was day four and she hadn’t heard a peep from … Read more
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For the love of art – Part 2 December 2018 The envelope of cash arrived at the end of the week. A courier walked in with an A4-size brown envelope and handed it to Ellen. She felt it and knew instantly what it was. “Oh my” Ellen gasped, unable to contain her surprise. Who would send … Read more
For the love of art – Part 1 November 2018 Ellen ran her fingers lightly over her keyboard. A little ritual she performed whilst she read emails. A barely audible hum passing her bright red lips. Her purple glasses perched lightly on her nose as she tucked a strand of box-dyed red hair behind her … Read more
Everyone has a book in them, or so they say. So why not write and publish it?
This post gives a bit of background as to where I started and a few things I have learnt along the way, to help inspire anyone who has that book in them.
I remember the first time I heard Jim Morrison singing “Break on through”, I was a sulky teen and my bestie and I had snuck into her older brother’s bedroom to listen to his way cool collection of music. His room was dingy and sacred, and we worked our way through his CD collection. Musical imposters. I remember sitting on the old bedroom carpet, staring at the CD cover, into Jim’s sultry bad-ass eyes, dreaming of kissing a boy like him, the music filling our young brains.
I recently had the pleasure of having my hair done! And when I say done, I mean a Brazilian hair straightening thingy. The chemicals used nearly burned the entire cornea off my eyes, which according to my sense of logic indicates proper hair treatment. I am now the proud owner of salon-straight hair, every day of the week. Quite a thing for a girl who lives in a windy, small seaside town, where getting dressed-up means putting your slops on, not just going barefoot.
