Sunday Playlist


Good Morning My Loves,

Don’t you hate it when they put on one of your favorite movies on late at night and you cant help but stay up to watch. It kinda stuffs you up for the next day, doesn’t it? But its nothing that a big breakfast, a good cup of coffee and some amazing music can’t fix

  • Coming Home by Shannon Labrie
  • Breaking Down by Florence and the Machine
  • All Those Years Ago by George Harrison
  • Old Money by Lana del Rey
  • It’s Not Right But It’s Okay by Witney Houston.
  • I See For Miles by The Who
  • I Feel Free by Cream
  • Bell Bottom Blues by Derek and The Dominoes
  • Along Came A Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix
  • Stay With Me by Arlene Zelina & Kristine Mirelle
  • I Like The Way You Move by The Bodyrockers
  • Voodoo Child by Rouge Trader
  • Everything by M2M
  • Crush by Jennifer Paige
  • Spotlight by Jennifer Hudson


Sunday Playlist


Good Morning My Loves,

Sorry for the absence of late. I’ve been working on something new and nothing to do with writing but something that I hope will help a few people. I’ll tell you when its almost done so you can take a look but before that can happen here are some songs that got me through the week

  • I Can’t Make You Love Me by Bon Iver
  • Tears In Heaven by Eric Clapton
  • Yesterday by The Beatles
  • Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Bentar
  • Ultraviolence by Lana del Rey
  • I Just Want to Make Love To You by Etta James
  • Roadhouse Blues by The Doors
  • Love Me Like A River Does by Melody Gardot
  • Good Times Bad Times by Lep Zeppelin
  • Coal War by Joshua James
  • Lights by Battle & The Forrest Rangers
  • Tessie by The Dropkick Murphy’s
  • Time by Noah Gunderson
  • 5,6,7,8 by Steps
  • Criminal by Fiona Apple


Cool Links For Cool People


Happy Friday My Loves,

Well it’s been a pretty big week for me and it looks like a pretty bad night to come but before that a little time white some scotch and Melody Gardot.  I hope you all survived the working week and I hope you’re ready for some fun link

My Week Has Been ALL About This Song

Your Bucket List For The Summer

Something For You Mama’s To Be

It’s All Happening

Awww, Little People

Everybody Needs A Little Daily Love

Save Some Money and Get Healthy

Cos I’ve Got NO Game

I Want It All





Wednesday Words Of Wisdom


This is a time of shame and sorrow. It is not a day for politics. I have saved this one opportunity, my only event of today, to speak briefly to you about the mindless menace of violence in America which again stains our land and every one of our lives. It is not the concern of any one race. The victims of the violence are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous and unknown. They are, most important of all, human beings whom other human beings loved and needed. No one – no matter where he lives or what he does – can be certain who will suffer from some senseless act of bloodshed. And yet it goes on and on and on in this country of ours. Why? What has violence ever accomplished? What has it ever created? No martyr’s cause has ever been stilled by an assassin’s bullet. No wrongs have ever been righted by riots and civil disorders. A sniper is only a coward, not a hero; and an uncontrolled, uncontrollable mob is only the voice of madness, not the voice of reason. Whenever any American’s life is taken by another American unnecessarily – whether it is done in the name of the law or in the defiance of the law, by one man or a gang, in cold blood or in passion, in an attack of violence or in response to violence – whenever we tear at the fabric of the life which another man has painfully and clumsily woven for himself and his children, the whole nation is degraded. “Among free men,” said Abraham Lincoln, “there can be no successful appeal from the ballot to the bullet; and those who take such appeal are sure to lose their cause and pay the costs.” Yet we seemingly tolerate a rising level of violence that ignores our common humanity and our claims to civilization alike. We calmly accept newspaper reports of civilian slaughter in far-off lands. We glorify killing on movie and television screens and call it entertainment. We make it easy for men of all shades of sanity to acquire whatever weapons and ammunition they desire. Too often we honor swagger and bluster and wielders of force; too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of others. Some Americans who preach non-violence abroad fail to practice it here at home. Some who accuse others of inciting riots have by their own conduct invited them. Some look for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this much is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this sickness from our soul. For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This is the violence that afflicts the poor, that poisons relations between men because their skin has different colors. This is the slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without heat in the winter. This is the breaking of a man’s spirit by denying him the chance to stand as a father and as a man among other men. And this too afflicts us all. I have not come here to propose a set of specific remedies nor is there a single set. For a broad and adequate outline we know what must be done. When you teach a man to hate and fear his brother, when you teach that he is a lesser man because of his color or his beliefs or the policies he pursues, when you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or your family, then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but as enemies, to be met not with cooperation but with conquest; to be subjugated and mastered. We learn, at the last, to look at our brothers as aliens, men with whom we share a city, but not a community; men bound to us in common dwelling, but not in common effort. We learn to share only a common fear, only a common desire to retreat from each other, only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force. For all this, there are no final answers. Yet we know what we must do. It is to achieve true justice among our fellow citizens. The question is not what programs we should seek to enact. The question is whether we can find in our own midst and in our own hearts that leadership of humane purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of our existence. We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement of others. We must admit in ourselves that our own children’s future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize that this short life can neither be ennobled or enriched by hatred or revenge. Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land. Of course we cannot vanquish it with a program, nor with a resolution. But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can. Surely, this bond of common faith, this bond of common goal, can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at least, to look at those around us as fellow men, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once again.

~ Robert F Kennedy

Music Monday: Joy Williams


My Dearest Treasures, Loves and Cosmos,

The Civil Wars announced that they would permanently part ways on August 4. Joy Williams wrote: “I am saddened and disappointed by the ending of this duo, to say the very least. JP is a tremendous musician, and I will always be grateful for the music we were able to create together.” John Paul White’s statement read: “I would like to express sincere thanks to all who were a part of the arc of The Civil Wars—from the beginning, to the end, and all points in between.”

In all grieving process first is denial and isolation – NO it can’t possibly be true – everyone just leave me here crawled up in a ball on the floor and let me rock back and forth

Then anger – omg I can’t believe they couldn’t work it out. Then bargaining – maybe they will do one more album – just one… then Depression. I’ll just play these album one more time. Then finally Acceptance.

Maybe I should look into their solo work


And here we are – I give you Joy Williams

The thing didn’t know The lovely Joy has been at this music thing for a long time. Unlike some of her teenage peers at the time (Stacie Orrico, Rachael Lampa, or one of my favourites Paige), Joy had strong and sweet vocals.Her self titled record is a fresh mixture of ballads, upbeat pop numbers, and moving testimonials. Her second album in 2005 was a quilt work roamed giddily all over the musical map, delving into rock, pop, heavy-hitter diva balladry, and soft pop music.

The thing about Joy is that she goes better and better has she goes along. She followed her first two album with Genesis. Her songs feature lyrics that reflect issues that most of us experience

Of course in 2008, Williams attended a writing camp in Nashville, where she met John Paul White and well the rest we know.


Joy was raised in a Christian home where her parents worked in ministry. She sang in church, and in the early career faith-based pop songs but I think we have to look a little farther into it. Good music is good music no matter where it comes from.

So when I heard that Joy was working on a new solo album (after stalking you twitter page, of course) I couldn’t be more excited. Joy is an artist that goes better with every album. How is that not exciting….


Sunday Playlist


My Dearest Treasures, Loves and Cosmos,

It is a Sunny Sunday and that is good news for any Sydneysider to hear. We have been rained out for a fortnight and that doesn’t leave much time for fun or a dry area where my hair will not turn into a violet fuzzball afro. So, music has been a good choice.

  • I’m In The Mood by John Lee Hooker
  • Smokestack Lightning by Howlin Wolf
  • Trill Is Gone by BB King
  • Wedding Bell Blues by Laura Nyro
  • Compass by Lady Antebellum
  • Prisoner by The Jezabels
  • She is Love by Josh Radin
  • Come On Get Higher by Matt Nathanson
  • Be My Side by Ben Harper
  • Let It Be Me by Ray LaMontagne
  • Billy Jean by The Civil Wars
  • Marry Me by Train
  • Landing In London by 3 Doors Down feat Bob Seger
  • Orange Sky by Alexi Murdoch
  • Wasting My Young Years by London Grammar


Don’t Just Tell Them Show Them



You know how a good story stays with you long after you have finished it. Whether it be a book hangover or a really good movie after the credit have rolled. That’s the exact thing happened to me on Monday night. Anyone who has seen the movie Zodiac from 2007?  I remembered that I liked it the first time I saw it, I actually went to the cinema to see it and brought the DVD but I hadn’t seen it in years. So there I was, house to myself, nine o’clock at night and raining pouring outside. Yes, I know, y’all are shaking your heads, I would be too but I pushed play anyhow.

Within an hour and a half I got up and locked my front door and I wasn’t feeling so comfortable in my favorite spot on the lounge. I had forgotten how much the film crawls under my skin, buries itself in my brain and effectively scares the sh#t out of me for a few days to follow. Don’t get me started on the scene when the Zodiac calls the television news show and tells them that ‘he has headaches’ – So do I dude, but I don’t scream like that!!

My point, A)  if you haven’t seen Zodiac – go see it, find it – do whatever you need to do – its great – freaky, graphic in parts but fantastic.

B) Good stories crawl under your skin.


There is the old writing advice don’t just tell them show them – Why tell Layla that this movie is scary, when we can freak her out for days. Like seriously people I was watching a story on the news about a woman in Pennsylvania who thinks she saw a UFO – I saw the video and I thought – wow, that’s freaky but not as freak as the Zodiac killer at my front door – in my defense it was really early in the morning when I was watching the news and it was really dark outside my front door, which was open at the time.


It’s easy to say don’t just tell them show them but how the heck do you do that. It’s just like they say – don’t start your first chapter with the weather – which I have for my current WIP – but it’s to show the reader that Jude’s a cop and walking around a flooded area looking for a child – while its raining. Yes I have started with the weather but it is to place the reader right where my main gal is. So does one writing rule cancel out another?

I don’t have an answer – I just thought it was a really good question

So what do you beautiful should think? Breaking a rule or two – worth it or forbidden?


Cool Links For Cool People


Happy Friday My Loves,

So this morning a lady bossed me out of my seat on the train saying ‘turn that seat around’ okay – when I got up to turn the seat around, she sat in it. I have been mowed over by three people in the shopping centre and I am so ready for a glass of wine. Although I did get in a fight with the corkscrew. Here are your Cool Links For Cool People

What Gal Doesn’t Like This

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be

I’m Completely Disagree

An Affair To Forgot

Boil Them, Chop Them, Stick Them In A Stew

Timeless Classic

Because Its Been In My Head All Day

Productivity, Ahoy

What I Am Binge Watching This Weekend Before The New Season

Reuse, Repurpose


Wednesday Words Of Wisdom

imageI think it’s not just our job because women’s empowerment can’t just be something that women are pushing for, it has to be something that we’re all pushing for….Women very often get put into these two dimensional boxes where we’re just supposed to be this role and that’s all we are but, we’re complex. We’re human beings

~ Sophia Bush