Guess what I just did :)

Well, I’ve really gone and done it this time 🙂 In my frustration at myself for feeling like a failure for achieving virtually nothing with my writing for three years (apart from keeping my toe in with Social Media groups and writing blogs, memoir & poetry), I’ve signed up for Uni!!
Those who know me and who have been following my blog will not be surprised at all since I’ve been floundering with my writing for what seems like an eternity, have been at an impasse and entirely unsure about which direction to take… I’ve had to accept that as far as book writing is concerned, I’m at the other end of the tunnel now.

It’s time, overdue actually, for me to start thinking about learning new skills to take my writing to another level so I’ve signed up to a University course that will allow me to do that. Finally, I feel like I’ve made a big decision – the right decision – that will take my life in an entirely new direction and hopefully there will be a pay cheque at the end of it 🙂

Now that my schedule has emptied out – my grandson is at school and my son no longer needs me to transport him to his course during the week and now only have one child living at home – I actually have time to think about what I want for a career and how to make that happen. Already I feel as if I have elevated myself to a different place and am feeling so much more happy & positive about my life. The thing is, I’ve been wanting to go back to school for 30 years!! Yes, that’s right, that’s a long time to be waiting to live one of your dreams and now is MY TIME 🙂

 I’m so ready for a change. Wish me luck 🙂

Peace & love,

Linda M Malcolm

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Poets Are A Weird Mob:

I get up before the sun,

And before the household,

So I can write poems for you,

It comes out of my fingers.

In reams.

One day when I finally meet you,

I will give them to you and,

Unless you are a poet,

You may not understand,

The significance.

You’ll hand them back,

And with a half smile,

Politely say, “That’s nice,”

And I’ll know: they were,

Too long, too childish,

Too unnecessarily tender,

Not profound & brilliant enough.

And I’ll think “nice,”

They were nice!

Is that even a word?

Do we even have it in our language?

Can you break that down for me?

Can you think of other words instead of that?

Can you elaborate at all?

And I’ll be tempted to say,

“Maybe you should take an English class,

To increase your vocabulary,”

But of course I can’t say those things because,

Then I’m being picky, arrogant,

Vitriolic & spoiling for a fight,

And I don’t want to be,

Accused of those things again,

And then you’ll try,

To have sex with me,

But the thing is,

It’s not about nice and

Certainly not about sex.

So then I’ll be alone,

Once more dreaming about,

My next one-true-love,

…Where for art thou?

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Grrrr, after waiting all of this time –

Not happy Janet: I’ve waited nine long months and been very patient when my website crashed and burned last year only to find that now that it’s back up and running, there’s stuff everywhere and all of my carefully chosen pictures have disappeared! Where do I even start to fix this?

Later: okay, my tech support girl has said I use too many pictures and that they’re too big and that’s why my website crashed so I’ve tried to change things as much as I can. Some of the posts are still missing pics but I guess that doesn’t matter. I have deleted seven pages as they were just drivel that made me feel like I was losing my mind when I was reading them 🙂 Hopefully my poetry has improved somewhat since then. This website still needs a lot of work so bear with me. If there are any handy hints you can give me I would be very grateful. Cheers.

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Another magazine article quoting my website posts…

This article made me chuckle because Barry Dorr has the audacity to say that it’s only a few authors that are unhappy and that authors have a real chance at sharing in the profit by signing with Jojo. What a load of rubbish! There are 250 authors out there and as far as I am concerned none of them have been paid or “shared in profits.” There are at least 50 authors that invested between $10,000 – $40,000 of their own money and to add further insult to injury, just today after authors have placed calls directly to the Asian printers it has come to light that only 1300-1400 books were printed instead of the promised 3,000. So what were we forking all of that money out for again?! Oh that’s right, to fund Jojo’s overseas trips.

Finally, some media attention for my books…

This article was published today in an online magazine called Bookseller & Publisher. It’s a shame it had to come in the wake of so much devastation for so many people (it’s not just the authors suffering, it’s also their families, friends and readers). It’s also come to our attention this week that Barry Dorr has been setting companies up, scamming people and liquidating since the ’80’s. The events of the past few weeks have left me speechless…

Wouldn’t you just know it!!

My publisher has gone into liquidation right when I was about to go to mediation at the Small Business Commission to finally get the royalties they owe me! Damn!

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Breaking news …

My Solicitor is going to have the contract with my Publisher rescinded, since they broke it within six months of publication of the first book. That means that all profits from my books will come directly to me from now on. Yay!

 

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How is my Publisher going to explain this… ?

Preview of program set to go to air tomorrow, Sunday 13th September, 8.05 am on ABC Radio National

For those of you who are aware, I am currently involved in legal action against my Publisher Jojo. Here is an example of what’s going on: they have charged 250 authors $2,000 each for air fares to the Frankfurt Book Fair which adds up to $500.000 and apparently they didn’t even attend.

Later: or download the podcast at ABC Radio National Background Briefing.

My Magnum Opus:

Is it? Is my work going to live? I wanted to be a writer, that’s all, I wanted to write about it all – everything that happens in a moment – the way the flowers look when you carry them in your arms, how it smells, how it feels. All of our feelings – yours and mine – the history of it, who we once were, everything in the world, all mixed up, it’s all mixed up and how we want it all and . . . I failed!”

Virginia Woolf – The Hours (Mrs Dalloway)

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From the very core of my being, as a writer,  I can relate to this sentiment wholeheartedly. How we make ourselves busy, going about our lives thinking we’re doing very important things and how one day, any day now, the masterpiece will get written and everything will slot into place like a jigsaw puzzle.  But … then the realisation. This is my very important thing. This is my Magnum Opus. My wildest dreams came true the day I birthed my children into this world (and as I stood there outside the door anxiously waiting for my grandson to be birthed). This is my true calling and vocation and today is the day that my life changes forever 🙂

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Everything I know about writing practise…

I learnt from my mother: nothing, absolutely nothing stopped her. Not husbands coming and going, poverty, sickness, a house full of children, friends & relatives dropping off the perch all around her. The show must go on … she said 🙂 Thanks mum!

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