What’s the Theme Song of Your Latest WIP?

What’s the Theme Song of Your Latest WIP?

Do you have a theme song that keeps you going with your latest work in progress? Mine is “Why Don’t You Do Right?” by Mark Murphy. It’s a song about failure and missed opportunity, but it’s still upbeat and hopeful. So tell me, what’s your musical inspiration?

“Why Don’t You Do Right?” – Mark Murphy

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Weekend Music Share

Weekend Music Share

For my contribution to Weekend Music Share, I have chosen “Makin’ Whoopee” by Louis Armstong, because nothing ever changes.

See the Weekend Music Share site on the link below.



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Mother’s Day

Cute or Cashing In?

When I found this pop up Mother’s Day stall in my neighbourhood at first I thought it was cute. Something the kids had knocked up to celebrate Mother’s Day. On closer inspection, of course, the adults were behind it.

But whether it was created out of good intentions or just to make a quick buck I bought the flowers anyway.

A lot of our holidays and celebrations have been taken over by commercial interests, but it’s up to us to make them special for ourselves and our families.

I hope that you and your family have a happy Mother’s Day. Let’s all stop and take time to appreciate the lady who bought us into the world.

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Helen’s Nightmare

Extract from “The Sensory Garden.”

“With a heavy head, Helen slept deeper than she had in months. Her dreams took her back to the house in Hyacinth Crescent and into the sensory garden. But it was different this time. Night was falling, and the sky was a thick, dark blue.

As she walked through the garden, Helen could barely see the shapes in front of her. Strange whirring noises came from high up in the trees, and low, growling noises from unseen creatures were all round her. When she turned in their direction, the creatures fell silent, and all she could see was the thick green foliage that hid them.

She walked under a peach tree and picked off one of the fruit. The skin was soft as felt, and the flesh felt ripe and firm. But when she bit into it, her teeth sunk into red, raw meat, and the blood ran down her chin.

Screaming, she dropped the fruit on the ground, and as she watched it land, she noticed the strange green carpet beneath her feet. She bent down to touch it, and as she stumbled, felt something crunch.

As she looked closer at the ground, she saw a bright little eye, then another and another. She saw flecks of red, and claws and beaks.

The ground was covered with parakeets, in various stages of death, or dying, and as she became aware of them, their shrill squawks filled the air like summer cicadas, and the stench of rotting flesh overpowered her.

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Driving Under Water

An Extract from “The Sensory Garden.”

“Helen heard herself scream as the wave of water hit the windshield. She thought about that woman, all those years ago, who had drowned at Chappaquiddick.

Trapped inside the car, with no way to escape the crush of water flooding in, the young woman had drowned. Helen had always thought it must have been a horrible way to die; terrified, cold and abandoned.”

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The Neighbours

Extract from “The Sensory Garden.”

Meet Helen’s Neighbours.

“Damien’s ute was parked in his driveway, right beside Helen’s car. If she had extended her arm, she would have been able to touch it. Damien was prowling around on top of the ute, and the lid of the toolbox was open. The windows were down and rap music blared from the stereo inside.

From behind the double doors that lead into their back yard, Chester started barking.

“Shuddup Chester, ya fucken looser!” Damien yelled. He picked up something heavy from the tool box and threw it in the direction of the family pet.”

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Extract from “The Sensory Garden.”

” The weight of what John had just told her was like a concrete block, pulling her down to the bottom of a dark and murky ocean. Trendrils of rubbery seaweed floated by, ugly and greenish brown like overboiled vegetables. In the distance, sleek and agile creatures darted in and out of the reef, almost too quick for Helen’s bleary eyes to see. They scattered schools of minnow into a thousand pieces, like a chrystal bowl falling from a balcony onto the hard concrete ground below.”

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Helen’s Dream

Extract from “The Sensory Garden.”

“She stepped into a magical place with winding pathways, raised beds full of fragrant herbs and birds chirping and skipping from the stone birdbath in the center to the graceful weeping cherry trees, to the fragrant eucalyptus.

She wandered through the garden tasting the mint she plucked from the flower beds, smelling the lavender as she brushed against it and listening to the chimes that sounded in the gentle breeze.

Everywhere she looked offered an invitation to see, hear, smell, touch and taste.

She had wandered into the sensory garden.”

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A Rose for Helen

Extract from “The Sensory Garden.”

“Helen stopped in front of a mock colonial home with wrought iron fencing and ruched curtains in the windows. The front garden was lined with white standard roses whose blooms spilled over the fence. Helen leaned in to smell the perfume of the flowers and finding one hanging loosely on its stem, plucked it off to carry with her on her walk.      

When she got home, Tony and the boys were sitting at the table, eating a barbeque dinner. She looked in the cupboard for a vase but the only thing she could find that was small enough was a shot glass. She filled it with water and put the rose on the kitchen window sill.”

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Everything’s Rosy in Helen’s Garden

An Extract from “The Sensory Garden”

“Tony was cooking dinner on the barbeque and the boys were playing kick to kick in the backyard. The parakeets chirped to each other in the bottle brush tree and there were several hours of daylight before nightfall.

Helen sat down at the outdoor table and took a sip of her wine.

2015 was going to be a great year, she just knew it.”

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