
Like many writers, I love people, watching them, talking to them, listening to them and trying to see how they tick. However, I equally love being away from people, the noise, the politics, the personality clashes and the trouble!

Like many writers, I love people, watching them, talking to them, listening to them and trying to see how they tick. However, I equally love being away from people, the noise, the politics, the personality clashes and the trouble!

This is for my friends attending and performing at the Tamworth Music Festival and the Bush Poetry events associated with it. Listen for the music in the words and listen to more music.

Reading old books is a special pleasure. I love learning about times past, noting the changes in attitude, values, customs, beliefs and in the way people use words and ideas. Some wisdom is timeless.

Some time ago, I read about someone who said that their idea of decorating was working out where to put the next bookcase. I identify completely! Don’t you?
We’ve officially run out of bookcases. Maybe I need one of these bookcases so that my house can be beautifully furnished. Do you think that I can hide behind it and catch up on my reading too? Nothing’s impossible but… sigh.

One of the things I love about reading and writing is where it can take you. I love that words have wings. They fly us outside our usual boundaries into the atmosphere, the stratosphere, to new places, some which exist and some which exist only in the imagination of the writer and the reader.
As writers, we can be anyone we want to, experience whatever we can imagine and learn from it as much as we want to extract. We can never imagine where those words will fly, who may read them and what they might do to the lives of others. What a privilege that is!
As readers, we can live more lives than anyone has time for, experience things we never imagined possible, and learn more than we ever expect. As a lifetime learner, I love this. And, it’s all because of words, the most wonderful world of words.