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Zoe Younger

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Sunday Sorrow

24 Sunday May 2015

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death, despair, Lillian Darcy, loss, sorrow

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When someone you love is gone suddenly, with or without the chance to say goodbye, it takes some time to come to terms with the loss. I’ve tried every day since my last post to find words and failed. Over the last month I’ve had to deal with the loss of two men. Each was very special to me in his own way. One was the loving father I wished I’d had and the other lost only two days ago was the son I never had.

From the depths of despair comes a deeper understanding of how my characters feel, act, and react when they face the tragedy and sorrow I put them through as a writer. Early in my writing career I attended a conference where Lillian Darcy spoke about the value of life experience to a writer’s work and how her success came despite her youth at the time. Wishing I didn’t have quite so much first hand experience is futile.

The understanding of what it’s like to “walk a mile in my shoes” deepens a writer’s characters on the page. I know that as a reader and I hope my readers see it in “Torn”. I trust that Mary and Liam’s feelings on being torn from their homeland and their loved ones, mirrors in some small way my own heart, ripped open by sorrow and loss.

I only hope I can mirror their fortitude and resilience in going after what they want their lives to be in the future, finding happiness after sorrow.

Is it any wonder that writers speak about their books as their children? So much of your own self bleeds into those words on the page.

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Be a Thriver

19 Tuesday May 2015

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Irish Australians, Irish Famine, Survivor, thriver, victim

In style end of the XIX begining of the XX century

Victim? Survivor? Thriver?

Different individuals can go through the same circumstance and come out vastly different. Even siblings in the same family can react differently to trauma. What makes one a victim, another a survivor and another a thriver?

This fascinates me. So much so that my book, Torn, begins in Ireland at the time of the Great Famine and follows Mary who chooses to be a Thriver. She survived when the rest of her family died of starvation. But she does much more than Survive.

“The victims are dead. You are a survivor.” Those words are still as powerful today as they were when I first saw them. But, is survival enough? Not for Mary, not for Liam and not for me. My characters want to live the best life they can. Mere existence is not enough.

How far would you be prepared to go to get the kind of life you want? Many Irish famine survivors were prepared to go to the ends of the earth to make a new life. The ships they sailed on were called “Coffin Ships” because of the number of victims they carried. Some victims had no chance of arriving at their destinations because of their physical condition on embarkation. Others died because of the conditions on board, the overcrowding, sickness and disease.

Thankfully, Mary and Liam are not forced onto one of those ships. They, along with their friends and some of Liam’s horses, sail to Moreton Bay, in what was then part of New South Wales. Some years later it became part of Queensland but, that’s another story.

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Monday Moods

18 Monday May 2015

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cheery, happy, Mood, optimistic, Survivors

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Happy, cheery, optimistic. These are my chosen moods for today. Yes, I firmly believe I should choose my mood rather than allow external influences decide how I feel. No, it doesn’t always mean that the whole day is sunshine and roses, but it certainly helps to set the direction. When my ship gets diverted it’s a matter of resetting the sails and getting back on course.

Recently, I was asked what is the mood of my book. What a good question! I couldn’t believe I hadn’t asked myself that question before. I want to say that it’s happy, cheery and optimistic but I think I need to read it over again and check that that’s actually the case.

Some chapters are definitely darker, of course. No story about survivors who leave behind their home and build a new life half a world away can be all sweetness and light. Survivors almost always suffer at least a degree of guilt. But, as we all are required to do, Liam and Mary reset their sails and adjust their thinking to suit their new circumstances.

That, in the long run is the important thing. Learn the lessons of the past and look to the future. Yes, it’s easy to say though not so easy to do. An admirable thing in any person’s story.

What about you? Do you know someone who has done just that? I’d love to hear your views.

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Thank You Thursday

14 Thursday May 2015

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gratitude, married life, my husband, thank you

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“Gratitude is the Memory of the Heart”. I don’t know who originally said this, but they had a way with words. Today I’ve been thinking about gratitude. It must be time for me to say thank you to my long suffering husband. He didn’t marry a writer. Well, not an active writer. That came later. So what am I grateful for?

He gave me a new and better name. Who could object to being Younger every day?
He is patient and even tempered even when things go pear-shaped.
He’s the renovation king, always working on something and finishes things beautifully.
When I come home from a long day at work he cooks dinner for me.
Even visits from my family visiting only shake his calm a little.
He loves me in spite of myself.

So, today after 20 years of marriage, Thank You Sweetheart.

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Tuesday Choose Day

12 Tuesday May 2015

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attitude, choices, courage, fortitude, smile, survive

Every day we have choices to make-simple ones such as what to wear, what to eat, or what to drink. Other choices need a little more thought such as What do I want to accomplish today? How will I get through today? One step at a time or one giant leap of faith after another?

Some days the most important and the most difficult choice is to live regardless of the black pit yawning before us. It takes effort to dig up, from within ourselves, the courage to choose survival when giving up would be so much easier. It can take great moral fortitude to stand up for your beliefs. It can take guts to choose the right reaction rather than the easy one.

At times it can take everything we can muster inside to choose to love, to be happy, to keep our attitudes positive. Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to smile. But oh the rewards.

As a writer I try to give my characters that kind of intestinal fortitude, and to reward them with exactly what they deserve, just as I wish those rewards for you who read my words.

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Weekend Writing Warriors

10 Sunday May 2015

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Colonial Australia, horses on ships, Irish Australians, Irish Great Famine

Begrüßung Stute und Fohlen Late for my first Weekend Writing Warriors. Humble apologies. http://www.wewriwa.com

A snippet from my as yet unpublished debut novel, “Torn”, my Irish Australian Colonial. Sailing to the other end of the earth, Mary and Liam are drawn together by concern for a horse…

“Mary barely moved except to snuggle closer to Bess. Liam, watching, felt jealousy rear its ugly head. Jealousy—of a horse? Surely that could not be! Yet his arms hungered for her warmth. He left the stall before his thoughts could run further amok. It was near enough to time for morning chores again and for once he was glad of it. There was nothing like shovelling fresh manure to lay such thoughts to rest.”

 

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Word of the Week: contiguous

07 Thursday May 2015

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contiguous, dictionary, favourite words, word of the week

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Who are you contiguous with as you read this? A friend? A family member? A co-worker? A lover? More than one? Lucky you! It’s a nice place to be, close beside someone you care for.

I don’t remember where I first came across our lovely word, contiguous. I have a suspicion that I might have been reading the dictionary. What? Didn’t you ever read a dictionary? For fun? Me, strange? I don’t know about that… just because I read a dictionary? Sorry where was I? Yes, reading the dictionary. It just happened to be at the time when my Dear Husband and I were “courting”. Another old fashioned word.

According to the dictionary, contiguous means things like “near”, “touching”, “close proximity”. I fell in love with the word, even named a teddy bear my DH bought me “Con” for contiguous for hand holding and all those lovely new sensations.

The next time I came across my favourite word was in a completely different context. I was working for a veterinary pathology laboratory, typing along merrily when all of a sudden I was typing my favourite word, describing a tumour and it’s site.

So, what would you prefer to use? Near, tangential, adjacent, abutting, adjoining, juxtaposed, neighbouring or contiguous? It sounds so much better, don’t you agree?

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Green

06 Wednesday May 2015

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green, imponderables, LIFE

IMG_1959I love green as all my friends and many acquaintances know. So much so that this picture shows part of a ‘basket of green’ wedding present!

How about you? What do you think of when someone says green? Glittering emeralds, lush foliage, butter soft moss, deep seas, cute frogs, velvet soft grass, crème de menthe, malachite, limes, asparagus, clover, the 40 shades of Ireland? So many greens, so little time.

What’s not to like about green? As always, there’s another side to the story. Envy, verdigris, naivety, green-around-the-gills nausea, often the colour of poison, that ‘science experiment’ in the fridge, green-eyed aliens…

So what’s the consensus? As with so much in life there are the good, the bad and indifferent. Few things are all good or all bad. It’s a matter of perspective, seeing things through the eyes of your past, your experiences.

Wow! Who knew there was so much to say about Green! And yet, I’m sure there is a lot more.

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Wash Day Pink Reply

03 Sunday May 2015

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act of love, bush poets, married life, washing

In 2008 the North Pine Bush Poets hosted the Australian Bush Poets Association Championships. As a fundraiser we produced a book of members’ poems. I couldn’t resist writing a reply to “Wash Day Blues” by John ‘the Joker’ Pampling where he bemoaned having to hang the washing for his longsuffering wife.

I hope you enjoy

The Wash Day Pink Reply

So, you think it’s pretty funny when I ask you very nicely
would you kindly hang the washing just a little more precisely?
I can tell by how you wrote it just what jobs you do at home
and by seeing how you spoke it, that sarcastic little poem!

You think the wash’s only tangled up the day it’s yours to do?
The magic fairy sorts mine out?  Yeah right and pigs fly too!
And I know you never shook them out then hung them up to dry
the sleeves and legs are still all wet, jumbled up–that’s why!

You haven’t had to iron creased-up shirts when in a hurry
the creases look like they’re starched in–no wonder you get curry!
What do you care if blacks and blues are looking very pale
If you’d hung them inside out I wouldn’t buy more every sale!

You never folded washing when you had five minutes flat
which looks like dry used tissues from the pocket where you sat!
You never chased a stripy one to get a pair of folded socks
just to find it in the teatowels jumbled up in holey jocks!

You never faced the neighbours and those nasty little rumours
or the whispers up and down the street of raggy baggy bloomers
You love to make us sound much worse and I know you think it’s funny
but colour-coding pegs – not me you know that too well honey!

And by the way, you’d make my day if, when you cleared the line
you folded and you sorted it, put yours away and mine
you never know just what might come with rampant gratitude
and wash day might be much more fun with your new attitude!

© Zoe Younger 2008

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A Furry Dilemma

02 Saturday May 2015

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cats, dogs

What the hell can I do? I am down, sad and blue
For I’ve just won first prize in a raffle
But the prize, wow surprise, it brings tears to mine eyes
and my poor heart, it’s all of a baffle.

I had taken a look at a CD and book
without glasses my vision was blurry
I could use me the mat, or the bat or the hat
but she’s little, she’s cute; and she’s furry

Now I don’t dare to take my prize past the gate
‘cause he’ll be there, he’ll meet me a howling
they’ll look at each other, then me as their mother
I guarantee she’ll start up yowling

My bulldog will shake, he will just salivate
for he’ll think that I’ve bought him a treat
He won’t see a pussy, cause he isn’t wussy
All he’ll see will be nice fresh meat

Could your interest be in a kitten for free?
there’s no way that I can just dump her
yet, I take her with me and one mouthful she’ll be
one day before she gets much plumper.

© Zoe Younger 2007

One Minute Cup Entry, North Pine Bush Poets Festival

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