To Do Lists

If someone banned me (and could enforce the ban) from using To Do Lists, I’d cease to be able to write and my life would fall apart. You think I’m kidding?

To Do Lists are how I break “overwhelming” into “achievable”. They’re also how I stop my mind from spinning with things “I must not forget“.

I am addicted to the satisfaction rush of crossing out an item. Done! and I love the sweet, sweet sound of paper crumpling as a whole list becomes history — though sometimes I cheat and scrawl some of the old To Do List tasks onto a new page.

Is there anything nicer than starting a new page? Each new To Do List is rich in possibilities (sometimes scary ones, I admit).

Also, seeing all the things I need to do listed out lets my bulldog mind release an impossible task and take up a smaller but still necessary one on days when I know I’m not superwoman.

To Do Lists are how I balance time, energy and competing demands…and sleep at night.

Whew. And now that this post is done, I can cross off “Tues. post” :)

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Best Romance Antho?

Woohoo! “A Clockwork Christmas” has been nominated for Best Romance Anthology 2011 at The Romance Reviews. Voting is now open…so you know what I’m asking.

If you click this link http://www.theromancereviews.com/bookvote.php and search for “clockwork” the page will scroll down (it’s not far, about the third category) and you can vote for us.

Despite the title, A Clockwork Christmas is #steampunk for any time of year. If you’ve read and enjoyed it…I know it’s a huge ask, but I’d love a vote :)

Even if no one votes, I’m thrilled by the nomination. The antho has been a fabulous experience, not least having the lovely Angela James as editor and my wonderful fellow authors, my antho sisters :)

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Delusions of Gender by Cordelia Fine

If I gained nothing else from participating in the Australian Women Writers Reading and Reviewing Challenge, “Delusions of Gender” by Cordelia Fine would be worth it.
A week or so ago I asked on Twitter for recommendations for science books (for a non-scientist) written by Australian women and Toni Jordan responded with: Cordelia Fine.
She was 100% right.

Nearly 20 years ago I studied sociology at a feminist, Marxist university. I’m pretty much disposed to accept the argument that culture heavily influences behaviour, i.e. I’m on the nurture side of the nature versus nurture debate. So I thought reading “Delusions of Gender” would simply be a matter of nodding as new data supported that view.
Oh boy (pun intended!) was I deluded.

Well-researched, well-argued, wittily written, Cordelia Fine hits hard at the wide spread (and I’d argue, lazy) assumption of biology-as-destiny. The gender implications of that attitude are so deeply imprinted in our culture that we’re often blind to our own behaviours that perpetuate them.

Reading through studies and anecdotes I was shocked out of my complacent assumption that I’m non-sexist, indeed feminist. Far from it. In fact – and this is a rare achievement for a book – it started me re-assessing my life from way back and seeing … well, seeing how often I had lived within gender assumptions and even played to them just because it made life not simply easier, but pleasanter. Fighting the culture we live in isn’t a job for cowards.

I liked how Cordelia quoted “experts” from history on the biologically determined differences between the sexes. The examples show in pitiless detail that their biological determinism was merely supergluing on cultural blinkers. As her argument runs, later decades are likely to look back and have the same response to our use of neuroscience to plaster authority onto scientifically unsupported notions of gender.

It’s depressingly no surprise to realise that where the biologically determined gender differences argument is run (and it runs freely through popular science) it generally supports a cultural power balance in favour of males.

There are many, many examples of our gendered culture in this strongly argued but easily read book. One that has particularly stayed with me is a study (student subjects, not real world HR folk) who flip flopped 180 degrees so that whatever the male candidate’s qualifications and experience, those were what the job required. Hmm.

For me, the scariest part of the book was its assertion that as sexism buries itself deeper, we believe we aren’t sexist but our behaviour (what sneaks out when we’re tired or not monitoring ourselves) shows otherwise – and this implicit sexism has an arguably stronger impact on our self-perception than the overt stuff that we can grasp hold of and challenge.

Read the book – male or female, the impact of culture on your self-perception, and therefore, your life and choices will rock your assumptions of autonomy.

 

Thanks to my local library for locating a copy of Delusions of Gender for me :)

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Fabulous review of A Clockwork Christmas

And how’s this for a quote from Anna (Bite Club)?

Wanted: One Scoundrel was another excellent story from Jenny Schwartz, and I can always count on her writing to bring something new and creative to the page. 

You can read the full review here, http://vampchix.blogspot.com.au/2012/03/review-clockwork-christmas-anthology.html

I am one happy author :)

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Vengeance Born by Kylie Griffin

I grew up reading fantasy and I have a weakness for the fantasy books of the 1980s and early 90s written by women. Books like The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley. These were fantasy adventure quests with a spice of romance. Vengeance Born fits into this tradition but adds a touch more romance.

The world building is good (including a twist I didn’t anticipate — no spoilers!). The characters and their motivations are clear. The writing is smooth, never jerking me out of the world Kylie creates.

The book’s strongest theme is prejudice: suffering it, confronting it, destroying it. There is a happy ending (believe me, I’d warn you if there weren’t. I insist on happy ever after), but there’s no rainbows and kittens dreaming. The happiness is earned and will continue to be fought for. I think that realism is what makes the fantasy world work.

There’s also an interesting spin on the fantasy tale because of the significant role the Lady’s religion plays in events. This is difficult to discuss and keep to my self-imposed rule of no spoilers. It’s definitely intriguing in how religion is used to define groups and impact the action (and that’s as much as I can say).

This is a well put together quest story with a clear cast of characters. Enjoy.

[Kylie is a fellow member of Romance Writers of Australia.]

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The chair!

I write…a lot. I read…even more than I write. A comfy chair is one of life’s necessities. Sitting at the computer, I actually use a kitchen chair. Yep, no fancy office chairs for me. See, the thing is I’m … ahem … vertically economical. Yeah, yeah, short. So the key is to find a chair where I can touch the ground. I don’t like footstools when I’m sitting at a desk. This kitchen chair is short. The desk is short (bless student desks!). Perfect! I do try to keep my high school typing teacher’s admonishment in mind: Wrists higher than keyboard (typewriter – I’m that old) equals less chance of RSI.

But then what to sit in to read comfortably? My reliable reading and TV chair is an old poang armchair from Ikea. You’ll recognise the photo from their catalogue.

But much though I hate to admit it, even favourite chairs do get old and need *sob* replacing. I can see the writing on the wall for my old friend. What I’m wondering is do I go with another poang or risk the unknown?

Any suggestions for comfortable armchairs (especially for people who squeak into five feet by an optimistic squint at the tape measure)?

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Diary of a Weekend Farmer by Elizabeth Jolley

I’ve not read anything by Elizabeth Jolley before, and perhaps “Diary of a Weekend Farmer” was a strange place to start. Nonetheless, these selected extracts from her journal have the bare immediacy of poetry, and indeed, include poems.

The paintings by Evelyn Kotai reproduced in the book were haunting and are part of the strange appeal of the book.

This is nostalgia without rose-tinted glases (and is that only possible when you take text written at the time?). Yet there is a sense of appreciation for the experience described. The weekend farm was not home. It was a place of observation and re-evaluation — of the self as much as anything. It seemed to have stayed alien to Elizabeth.

I chose this book almost randomly from the Biography section of the local library for the Australian Women Writers’ Challenge. It turns out, Elizabeth’s weekend farm was in the hills east of Perth, country I know from childhood visits to family. It gave me an odd feeling to see this familiar place and way of life through a stranger’s eyes.

Perhaps the most disconcerting element of the book was Elizabeth’s failure to celebrate the experience, to colour it with a sort of “don’t you wish you’d be so blessed?” which many writers are unable to resist. I guess they want their efforts to be appreciated, their choices validated. Elizabeth simply presents snatches from her journal and the intimacy of those snatches is the book’s appeal — or maybe that was me adding my memories to the skeleton of her story.

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Flowers in a Tea Cup

I’m not a crafty person. I’m too impatient. So when I tried to think of a vaguely steampunk, vaguely vintage project I wanted something fast. Well, how does five minutes strike you?

Start by soaking some florists’ foam in water, then stuff it into a tea cup. You won’t need much.

Add some greenery. I stole some ferns from the garden.

Poke in the flowers

Decide it would look better in a different cup…simply switch.

Seriously, putting this post together has taken longer than throwing the arrangement together. Yes, it doesn’t look steampunk-ish, but you can add details, maybe a fob watch spilling from the saucer? The lovely thing about using a tea cup as a vase is it has a built-in spill tray, the saucer, which makes it a nice “get well” gift. Also, you can source lovely vintage tea cups from op shops. And I’m darned sure that you, crafty people, can make far more beautiful arrangements than this quick attempt.

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Australian Romance eBooks

Three for the price of one, today. I’m reviewing Wish by Kelly Hunter, One Perfect Night by Rachael Johns and When Harriet Came Home by Coleen Kwan in alphabetical order by author’s surname, and what really interested me was how much these stories had in common. What didn’t surprise me was how much I enjoyed them.

I cried when I read Wish by Kelly Hunter. Now that’s a sign of an emotionally engaging story. Kelly’s written some of my favourite contemporary romances, like the brilliantly titled, With this Fling. Wish is self-published and novella length and a wonderful example of the short form romance; emotionally punchy with a strongly drawn hero and heroine.

I’m trying to avoid spoilers, so I’ll limit myself to saying how much I appreciated the heroine’s emotional maturity. In many ways this was a Cinderella story (complete with a vulnerable alpha male), but this Cinderella saved herself and others — including a pub.

The plot not only acknowledged the complexity of modern lives and problems, but drew its strength from these challenges. I like how Kelly respected the conventions of the romance genre, but gave them a contemporary and realistic flavour. The characters were real enough that I felt I could drive to their town.

This was a fantastic small country town romance set in Australia and I just ate it up.

 

One Perfect Night by Rachael Johns is another Cinderella story, but where Kelly’s heroine was building a new life, Rachael’s is dealing with the destruction of the life she’d dreamed of.

It’s hard to believe this is Rachael’s debut book. There is a perfect balance between heartbreaking issues and escapism (hot boss and modern, sexy Cinderella). I particularly liked the delicate portrayal of falling in love — that wanting to be with the beloved. One minor sidenote: I’ve never read of any other heroine with the job of reading-recording audio books. That was neat.

People talk of romance novels as love stories — and they are — but the celebration of love isn’t just between the hero and heroine, it’s also celebrated in the families that nurture them. All three of these books show the strength of that love.

 

I like second chance stories, but they’re seldom as good as When Harriet Came Home by Coleen Kwan. It started me thinking of Persuasion by Jane Austen. Both include themes of social expectations and pressure, but in When Harriet Came Home the heroine and hero challenge those expectations. It’s beautifully done as we see the growth and maturity of two people accepting who they were and who they’ve become.

Sharing a journey with people who are vulnerable, imperfect but ultimately courageous in saying yes to life and happiness is the great joy of reading a romance novel.

 

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