Arrivederci. (Like an Arrow) #IBOT
A beautiful girl sits in the passenger seat of a blue Holden Astra, sobbing uncontrollably. Long blonde hair hangs over her face as she hugs her knees to her chest. Next to her sits an uncomfortable young man. He barely knows the girl — not enough to be called her friend, but enough that not…
#IBOT. All Grown Up.
Break out the party decorations people, a very important birthday is coming up! Next week, the 26th of July, IBOT will turn five! It’s crazy really, that a link up will grow as quickly as a small child. If we were in New Zealand like Haidee, IBOT would be off to school next week. What…
The Obernewtyn Chronicles: When Friends recommend books #IBOT
It was in year 6 when my friend Elspeth came to school for book character day dressed in a dress, a cape, and from memory, holding a toy cat. I, on the other hand, was dressed as Wilma Flintsone, in a costume my mum had constructed for me from calico. I won the class prize…
A blog post about nothing #seriously #IBOT
I was looking forward to today’s blog post. I had half a mind to write a post about how I quite appreciate how no one party has annihilated the other in the election, because it means my Facebook feed has far less vitriol than it has had in previous elections. However, I tend to stay…
Quite the Year #IBOT
My boy has had quite the year. He kicked it off on the 3rd of January with a wrist fracture sustained on a hover board. Not that that let him stop him — it was only after he fell over again on a trampoline that he really started to complain. Then there was a spiral…
Things I Know: An Educational #IBOT
Today: the shortest IBOT post ever.* I’ve flitted off to the big smoke this week for another round of Bible Camp. And by big smoke I mean Radelaide, which, I’ve been assured from my Victorian Bible Camp friends, is really just a big country town that has a preference for stocking South Australian products on…
Of StoryTelling and Fraudulence #IBOT
I’ve been feeling a little bit like a fraud. Bridie’s teacher asked me to come in and talk to Bridie’s class about narrative writing today; in fact at the very moment you read this, I could be standing in front of 40 year 5 students pretending I know about stories. Unless you’re reading at 6…
Good to be Me #IBOT
So last week was one of those weeks. You know the ones? Nothing huge happens, but all the tiny things build up and make you feel grumpy and frustrated and as if you’re failing at life. I wasn’t actually failing at life. The fact that I was still breathing (and mostly Ventolin free) was proof…
How to Sound Like a Professional, without changing a thing #IBOT
Some days are just tough and leave you not wanting to do much of anything. Being a mum is not the easiest job and sometimes you feel like you’re failing supremely at it. On those tough days, it’s good to have friends who say, ‘do you need a guest post for IBOT?’ Yes, Bec. Yes,…
The Little Girl Who Lost Her Name. Review and Giveaway
I have this distinct memory of going to my friend’s house one day when I was a kid, and her showing me a new book. The moment made memorable, perhaps, because my friend was not a reader, and her expressing any kind of interest in books was impressive. It turns out it was one of…
The Cat that Ate the Pizza #IBOT
Today’s writing prompt brought to you from, “Writing prompts that don’t suck.” Ryan was standing on the doorstep with a suitcase. ‘So. Sophie finally kicked you out,’ I said, smirking. ‘What?’ ‘The case,’ I said gesturing to it. ‘Oh, this? Nah. It’s a cat. I need you to help me get rid of it.’ He…
That’s Enough #IBOT
I stare at words on the computer screen, trying to make them feel. ‘Write a scene that conveys mood,’ says the brief, and I have one — several even — in that manuscript that sits unpolished on my hard drive. Out of all the scenes I choose the one that takes place in a hospital…
An A- Z of things to blog about when you have nothing to blog about #IBOT
Sometimes when it comes to blogging ideas, it’s easy to over-think it. Particularly when you are elbow deep in end of trimester assignments and everything has to be explained and referenced and articulated just so. Coming up with carefree, fun posts of a Tuesday nature, becomes somewhat akin to finding the exact article you need…
#RecoveringChedaholic #IBOT
This blog post, is another in the Bridget Jones Style Diaries. Tuesday 26th April Weight: would rather not say. Minutes spent trying to work out fancy social media updates: about a gajillion. Head on to Facebook today to discuss my frustration with Facebook Instant Articles. Conversation changes quickly to Emily’s new chocolate ban. Bec and…
5 (surprising) ways Fishing is like Writing #IBOT
For Boatman’s birthday a few weeks ago, I bought him this snazzy thing called a bait pump. I didn’t actually know it was called a bait pump at the time, and instead walked into the fishing shop asking for one of those silver things you stick in the sand to suck up weird bug things,…
