Uninteresting post about some things...

I tend to wander in my mind when alone at Buonissimos. This often leads to me staring aimlessly at ice-cream pots for long periods of time, or polishing the same spot off the coffee groups. Sometimes i'll write stories on post-its or make cup fountains in the sink (anything to escape the tedium of life behind gelato).

summer is upon us which means soon everyone will come home to nelson. (This will inevitably result in my brave venture out of the grassy confines of the 'iti' and back into civilization). Summer is special it means that when I get all the way home from Richmond I can have 'McLeods Daughters/LOTR' moments with Kelly next to the fallen gum tree at the top of the hill.. (then restle with her for half an hour while she contemplates leaving me up there because I made her walk up one side of the valley and didn't even have the decency to put a saddle on her. Ends up being a power struggle between two stroppy red-heads amid a daunting amount of gorse..)

I guess i can't complain in fact the boring nature of my occupation is rather ideal because I can think about my book and write that on post-its too...

I'm most definitely looking forward to opening night of Mousetrap at the end of next month. Still have a rather daunting amount of lines to 'concrete' (Molly Ralsten you have far to much to yabber on about.)


A bit of street theater always keeps the weekends interesting. Mums dance students got a gig dressing up in spotty leotards and dancing around the WOW museum so naturally i went and joined in the fun. Two hours of gymnastical, balletish physical theater in a unitard! so much fun.
we couldn't recognize each other in the costumes either. In a way that made things even more interesting, our only means of identifying each other was by looking at the colour of our toenail polish. The costumes covered our faces and hair and everything.. rather brilliant afternoon.

I went on a roll and wrote several thousand words the other day, then got a little bit ahead of myself. Iv'e been discussing politics and religion in my world with my 'wall'. What a fun subject, I rather do enjoy inventing these things...

I can't even begin to describe how depressed I am that i was in Canada/America when they were having casting calls for extras for 'The Hobbit'.... gutted. so totally gutted. eating my soul. perhaps I'll just build my own hobbit-hole in mums garden and go in there and sulk about it.....

decided to take Kelly out today exploring.. and for a hoon, just in her head-collar. It's been a while since I've ridden bareback, at that pace, for that long. and when I got off i couldn't walk straight. proper awkward.

the books going great! (in my opinion) I have some incredibly complex characters though, which is making me think. I can only hope that they make sense to people other than me. My wonderful critic likes them, and we've exchanged many an email.. for which I am eternally grateful!

Bit of Research...

Ok, so after writing around 3000 words last night (then deleting 500 of them) I took a day off from booky.. actually thats a lie because here i am now with a chapter open puzzling over it while I type...
I went to the Medieval festival (which was absolutely the best way to spend a sunday afternoon, having spent the previous three days elbow deep in Gelato) and competed in the archery contest.... The organisers were two wrist gaurds short, I decided to be man and go without. I didn't pay heed to the fact that while I can get away without one using my piddly-kiddy-bow, Going without it with this particular bow turned out to be a bad plan... It had a nice little copper nook that bit me every time I released the string, needless to say after an hour of archery..I ended up with a nice welt.. but i can't complain.. it was a lot of fun! the faire had a great atmosphere, lots of fun stuff.. even a medieval coffee cart... and medieval indian food. hehe.





I am now the proud owner of some rather splendid swatches of fabric... unintended but quite ideal...




Whilst being caught eating peanut butter with a spoon from the jar yesterday (dad not me) my dad informed that he is also writing a book. It beguins with "John's last words were 'Ow F*%K ow' then he died"... Dad then proceeded to inform me that this is a cookery book... called 'BBQ etiquette for blokes'

only in the two little cornflakes on the bottom of the universe bowl (New Zealand, The mothership)

"we are all but china barely mended, clumsily glued together,
just waiting for the hot water and lemon to seep through our seems"

Toby Barlow -Sharp teeth-