Books for Christmas

I have six books set aside to read over Christmas weekend. Three by Phoebe Atwood Taylor and one each from Donna Andrews, Carolyn Hart and Dorothy Cannell. Favourite authors all.

I was also meant to set aside Jessica Hart’s “Under the Boss’s Mistletoe”, but shamefully read it in one gulp on the day I bought it. I do like Hart’s category romances.

I read a lot of romances, mostly contemporary, some urban fantasy/paranormal, a few regencies. Finished Joan Smith’s “Aunt Sophie’s Diamonds” at lunchtime. Such a gorgeous touch of humour, and a likeable hero.

Australia. Continent, but no longer a single country

I’m 34. Will it be in my lifetime that climate change, demographic reality, shifting identities and loyalties change Australia from a single nation to a continent of nations?

When I look at the size of our landmass and the precarious land use in other countries–Pacific islands, Bangladesh, the Maldives–I wonder how seriously they look at us and think of emigration. And how seriously must we consider opening our borders?

There are problems. Do we let whole nations or ethnic groups move to Australia, and if we do, will they, should they, assimilate or do we carve off a portion of land to be theirs? And if we start dishing out land, other nations will come looking. China, Indonesia, India. The world is interested in our mineral and energy resources, and also in the food security of owning our land. Could our generosity start a war? Would we be generous?

Launched

She dreams she is a boat
afloat on a people sea,
rocked by the waves of eternity.
Weather forecast uncertain.

Numinous

Here’s Wikipedia’s useful intro to the numinous. It’s about the confronting, fascinating encounter with otherness. Sounds like urban fantasy, hmm? A world linked to, but beyond, everyday human experience.

This is fun

I’ve allowed myself a whole day to set up this blog. It’s exciting, and a gold plated excuse to wriggle out of the word count I should be doing on my urban fantasy novel. Of course, at the back of my mind I’m still musing on ways to make life difficult for its heroine. Poor Lyn. I keep adding in problems–portal travel, portal ownership, a wereleopard, hostile family, a serial killer. It’s a wonder she has time to breathe.

I’m trying to work out how my posts will group. Probably reviews (which are both an indulgence because I love reading and a way of learning the craft of writing), about the novel (because it is uppermost in my mind and maybe talking about it will help resolve some plot tangles), musings (about life, society, religion), poetry (so it doesn’t all lurk unseen in my red spiralbound notebook) and interesting things other people say.

Maybe I should have called this site a scrapbook?