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Newsletter - June 2024

Introduction

I would like to extend a warm welcome to both my new subscribers and my regulars. It is hard to believe that that we are halfway through the year and heading into the chilly months. I am thrilled to announce that my first week of winter will be spent at a lighthouse writing residency. One whole week to completely immerse myself in words and work through another draft of my work in progress The Last Supper.  I have always loved lighthouses and imagined what it might be like to be a lighthouse keeper and to live isolated from the world using light to guide ships away from a treacherous coast. Now I realise what I was really longing for was to write inside a lighthouse, to hear the waves below reshaping the rocks and to feel the wind outside while allowing my creativity free reign, undisturbed by the clamour of daily life.

I was fortunate to get tickets to see author Claire Keegan at The Powerhouse in Brisbane with three of the Brisbane Scribes. It was a delightful afternoon spent listening to wisdom shared by one of the world’s most accomplished and awarded writers followed by lunch and plenty of chat. Claire began by explaining the difference between drama, where there is lots of action, versus tension where the reader is drawn into the narrative wanting to know what happens next. It was a reminder to writers of what makes us turn the page and how to create that desire to read on.

Something she said that really resonated with me, was that grief and loss, prejudice and injustice have a lack of generosity at their core. Racism is a reluctance to share with a person of a different colour or race, sexism denies women equal access to opportunities and so on. In a world where generosity prevailed, we would not be experiencing the horrors we witness daily through our news feeds and bulletins. We would not have a woman dying at the hands of her intimate partner every four days and we would be generous in offering a Voice to Australia’s First Nation’s people.

The final gem that really stayed with me was finding beauty in simplicity. Claire Keegan remembered watching a young Olympic gymnast performing on a simple beam. Using only a simple plank as a prop, the gymnast had perfected a breathtaking routine for the enjoyment of her audience. Claire invited us to find the same beauty in stories. A simplicity inside the complexity of words placed perfectly to stir our imaginations, prodding us to see our world in a fresh way.

I recommend connecting with the people in your life who share your passions, spending time with them regularly so that you can nurture each other and share ideas. Preferably over a delicious meal. The afternoon provoked hearty discussion about writing stories, telling versus showing, and how to apply Claire Keegan’s wisdom to our own work. We all headed home ready to nudge our imaginations to create beauty on the page.

June brings us ever closer to the launch date of my novel, The Truth about My Daughter. Do get yourself a copy. Pre orders are available using the link and are immensely important, especially for a debut author like me. Warmest thanks if you have already ordered a copy. And if you happen to be in Brisbane, on 14 September, book yourself a ticket for my book launch at Avid Reader at 2.30 for 3pm. If you are busy on 14 September, I am having another event at Books at Stones on 3 October at 6.30 and hope to arrange other events in the months ahead. I really hope to see lots of you at one of my bookish events. And my book has been uploaded onto goodreads, so if you enjoy my book, do leave a review. And I will add bits and pieces of my newsletters to my blog on goodreadsso do ask questions or leave comments.

And if you are part of a book club and purchase five copies or more, you get a 20% discount. To learn more contact [email protected].


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I will leave you with the generous endorsement by award-winning author, Edita Mujkic.

‘A rich and complex tale of life’s ups and downs with the full scale of emotions and gripping characters. It will stay with you long after you’ve read it.’


GP wisdom

A few years ago, I remember writing a sickness certificate for one of my patients, Amanda, after her beloved dog, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, Bella died. Amanda was not married and did not have children. She had set up her garage with a raised dog bed, an array of toys and had a doggy door made. Bella was walked for half an hour every morning and enjoyed breakfast and dinner with her doting mistress. When Amanda came to see me, she often shared photographs of Bella on her phone. She was utterly bereft when her furry companion died and saw me on several occasions for grief counselling.

After the bleak months of COVID, another one of my regular patients, Paula came to see me after seven months of isolation where her only companion had been her trusty retriever, Rex. She has a long history of depression and anxiety that has at times been debilitating. When you do a suicide risk assessment, you check to see if there are protective factors, a reason for the person to get up in the morning and to keep living. It is surprising how often that reason is a beloved pet. I have no doubt that Rex is Paula’s most effective anti-depressant, the motivator who is beside her through dark days until she emerges at the other end.

I continue to see a fellow, Rodney who had refractory hypertension. He worked impossibly long hours in a stressful job and despite being on three different medications, his blood pressure stayed stubbornly high. His wife brought home a rescue German short haired pointer cross, a very active and mischievous dog who needed frequent long walks. Rodney grumbled about the arrival of Nell but began walking every morning and evening. Nell rewarded Rodney with an enthusiastic welcome when he arrived home from work, however late, and a few months after her arrival, Rodney opted for early retirement. He is now off all his medications with textbook blood pressure readings, and I can’t help but think that Nell nudged him in that direction.

I often ask my patients about their pets. Committed pet owners often have small giveaways. A cat as their screensaver, a staffy keyring or a feline-patterned blouse. It is remarkable how talking about their non-human companions makes them smile and makes talking about other more stressful issues easier.

There is good evidence about the medical benefits of pet therapy. The RSPCA website lists some of these and refers to evidence from studies looking at the benefits of pet ownership to human health.

Pet owners have improved physical health with dog owners 60% more likely to exercise. Dogs are great motivators who don’t worry about rainy days and will nudge owners to get outside regardless of the weather. Having a pet has a positive impact on cardiovascular health, including lower blood pressure readings and improved cholesterol levels. If you have a furry companion in your home during your child’s first twelve months of life, they are less likely to develop asthma, eczema, hay fever and allergies.

The companionship of an animal lowers the stress hormone cortisol which not only benefits physical health but has significant positive mental health outcomes. Owning a pet reduces loneliness and facilitates social interactions. Walking with a dog can be a real ice breaker and provides a great stimulus for initiating conversations. Many people also confide in their pets as they are very sensitive to our moods and know when we are feeling sad or upset. They provide unconditional love and studies show that even patting your furry friend (canine or feline) lowers your heart rate. Studies suggest that pet ownership improves empathy and is great for self-esteem.

Your pet thinks you are amazing, even when you don’t think so yourself. They are always there and bring simple joy to your life, particularly when your human relationships become complicated.

If you are considering pet ownership, and who wouldn’t with the many benefits, do ensure that you are ready for the day-to-day responsibilities involved and choose an animal suitable for your circumstances. If you struggle to walk around the block, avoid an active working dog like a border collie or kelpie and if you do have allergies, choose a breed that doesn’t moult. Consider a cat if you are sedentary and prefer to curl up inside with a book. Ensure you have the funds to pay for vet bills and that your pet is cared for when you go on holidays and remember, your companion will be your responsibility for the next ten to fifteen years. And if you are not in a position to welcome an animal into your life, enjoy the wildlife where you live. Grab some binoculars and observe the birdlife in your backyard or balcony. Offer to take your neighbour’s pooch for a walk or volunteer at your local RSPCA. There are many ways to interact with animals and still get the many benefits they can bring to your life if ownership is not an option.


I will leave you with a glimpse of the animals who bring the Brisbane Scribes love and joy.

Jenny Adams, author of A Sleep Divorce: How to Sleep Apart, not Fall Apart, is the proud mum of two gorgeous cats, siblings Lyla and Maddie. Our rescue pooch, Pippa is an elderly Pomeranian Papillon cross with a habit of lying on freshly folded washing. Tatia Power’s novel, 'Living Small' is about the lived experience of being diagnosed with ADHD as an adult and was short listed for Queensland Writers Centre’s Publishable in 2023. She is the proud owner of the very indulged Tuck and Polly who are fortunate enough to live at the chook Hilton. One of the benefits of being a Scribe is being gifted delicious free-range eggs. And I have included Mags and Buddy, the two magpies who visit us daily and join us for brekky.


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Mozart aka Mozzie, is the proud owner of Scribe, Bernie Condren and has spent many hours providing companionship and support over years of freelancing, editing and wordsmithing. They are the bestest of friends. He has saved her life a couple of times recently, because he is very good at CPR.

I invite readers to send me a pic of the non-humans who bring them joy. Add your pet’s name  and a line or two about why they are special and I will choose a couple of my favourite ones to add to my July newsletter.


Running

Last winter, I did a post on Instagram about how it is sometimes difficult to drag myself out of bed in the morning to go on a run. A few people expressed surprise and assumed that I always leap out of bed raring to go. After all, running is something I enjoy and look forward to.

I will let you in on a secret. Most days I have to push myself to get up. I struggle when it is dark and cold or wet. To make the getting going a bit easier, I lay out my running gear the night before so when it is time to drag myself out of bed, everything is accessible and ready. There is always a reason not to run. Too tired, too busy, too hot, too cold. If I waited until I felt like it, I suspect I would run far less often. However, once I get started, it gets easier, and once my feet find their rhythm, I get lost in my thoughts and nearly always end up going longer or running further than I thought I would.

And I never regret going for a run, however tough it was to get going.

The trick is that you need to find an activity you enjoy, one where you are completely immersed in the experience and your sense of time vanishes. Bruce Lee put it aptly when he said, ‘Be water my friend.’

This state of being completely immersed in an activity has been coined ‘flow,’ and occurs when you are so involved with what you are doing that nothing else matters. And this is what motivates me to get up day after day, year after year to lace up and pad along for kilometres. This sensation of getting lost in my head and leaving all the worries and tasks that await me behind for a while is something I need, in the same way I need to breathe, eat and sleep.

When you line up at a running event and listen to the passionate way participants discuss the ups and downs of training, you begin to understand how immersive a regular running habit can be. Running, however, is not for everyone. The secret to finding the motivation to repeat an activity again and again is finding one where you reach this mystical state of flow.

I mentioned Claire Keegan’s gymnast in my introduction. A young woman who had mastered a complicated routine on the beam and was performing at the Olympics. She would have trained for years to achieve that level of mastery. Endless repetition of exercises that enabled her body to become strong enough, flexible enough and confident enough to do that single performance. I have no doubt there were times she was not in the mood to train and would have preferred to curl up under the doona, but regardless of her mood, she would have showed up. Again, and again.

Very few of us will become Olympic champions, but we do know that our bodies and our minds benefit from regular activity, and it is easier if you find something that you really find fun. There are endless ways to enjoy your body and the way it moves. One of my patients is a woman in her seventies who has been running dancing classes for seniors for years. She looks ten years younger than her age and loves not only the dancing but all that flows from it. The social engagement, the events she attends, the joy of knowing the steps to a complicated routine and thrill of performing for others. Another patient, Gemma recently retired from a job that consumed so many hours of her life, she spent little time exercising. She has discovered pickle ball and has become very competitive. If like me, you have never heard of pickle ball, I have provided a link which outlines this very popular game. I know a few yoga advocates, and others who enjoy swimming. When I spend time in Bundjaling country, I go for a rainforest/beach run and then enjoy an ocean swim with a group of women who swim all year around, every morning. If you are looking for inspiration to motivate you, do have a peek at Swimming through about three women who did this through the pandemic in a frozen lake.

I can’t promise you that getting started with an activity will be easy or that you will find yourself enthusiastically getting out of bed day after day, week after week. However, once you find an activity where you can lose yourself, the rewards will be enough that you will push yourself through the challenging ‘getting started part’ to achieve that state of flow where for a short time, your body and mind become a single entity and everything falls into place.

I will leave you with the words of Aristotle. ‘We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit.’


Writing

When my children were still in primary school there was a wonderful artist in residence programme where a local artist came along and prepared an art programme for each grade that extended over several weeks. I took a few hours off work to be one of the parent volunteers. I still recall on my first day, our artist in residence. Mrs G explained that when she asked the prep and year one classes how many of them were artists there was an enthusiastic showing of hands with every child excited to get started. By grade three and four, only half the hands were raised and by grade six, a couple tentatively raised their hands only to lower them again when they saw they were the only ones.

At Claire Keegan’s book event, she told a similar tale. When she invited children to write a story in half an hour, every child in the junior years wrote a story and managed to illustrate it in the time given. She said that they all understood that a story was not, a cat sat on the mat, but a cat sat on the dog’s mat. The enthusiastic young authors all knew the importance of conflict without being told and were delighted to share their prose with their peers.

Somewhere along the way, this innate creativity is educated out of us. We no longer raise our hand when asked if we are artists and balk at the thought of writing a story within a time frame. We worry about getting it right, about not being good enough, not having ideas or even worse, making a fool of ourselves. And yet, creativity is fundamental to being human.

It may be expressed in different ways. With a colourful garden, by making delicious cakes for special occasions or knitting gifts to donate to charity or for family and friends. I recall a patient a few years ago who could be quite prickly, and I used to brace myself when she came in for her monthly check-up. One day she advised me she was expecting a new great grandchild and showed me the quilt she was making for this new family member. When I invited her to tell me about her quilting, she beamed and scrolled through her phone showing me the unique and beautiful quilts she had made for each child, grandchild, and now great grandchild. Each one involved hours of planning, weeks of work and she often became so absorbed in her activity, she forgot to have lunch. Her enthusiasm absorbed the entire consult, and I no longer recognised my usually grumpy patient. She quite literally blossomed when sharing her passion for creating beautiful quilts.

In my last newsletter I promised to elaborate on the Japanese idea of ikegai – finding a purpose or the reason to get up in the morning – knowing what it is that brings meaning to your life.

Think about a time when you were completely absorbed in what you were doing. Hours passed and suddenly you realised the day had disappeared. For many of us, the last time we were so immersed in an activity was childhood, but placing ourselves back there is the key to ikegai. Take the time to find something that makes your heart sing. An activity where you focus only on the moment, a state known as flow. It may be something simple like reading a book in your favourite chair or more involved like the preparation of an elaborate meal to feed your friends. The key is that you are fully focused on a single activity and not worrying about what happened yesterday or what might happen tomorrow. You are not multitasking or checking emails and social media, not distracted by mundane chores or worried about your to do list.

We all have ghosts, backstories, pasts which may be painful or shameful. Our brains are constantly processing information and using our past experiences to make sense of our outer world, and this in turn informs our inner world. Our creativity, if we allow it, is a highly effective way to bring make sense of our often-tangled inner world by expressing our fears, daydreams and our past traumas in ways that can be healing and beautiful. Brené Brown wrote, ‘Unused creativity is not benign. It metastasizes. It turns into grief, rage, judgement, sorrow, shame.’

We place such a high priority of doing mundane tasks and ticking off endless jobs that our creativity can be lost under the burden of ceaseless activity. Magic happens when we stay in the moment and find the thing that makes time stop, the activity that brings us joy and heals us from the inside out.

Take the time to find your ikegai, pause there often and allow your creativity to flourish. It will take you to places you never imagined possible.


Book Reviews - What I am Reading

Between Before and After

Edita Mujkic wrote her award-winning memoir, Between Before and After following her lived experience of being a refugee. Reading the personal journey of someone who was forced to flee their homeland and find refuge elsewhere has never been more urgent or relevant.

Who could fail to be moved by Russia’s latest atrocities in Ukraine or the missile strikes on hospitals, schools and residential areas in Gaza. However, we will have long forgotten today’s news headlines in years from now while those citizens impacted will still be struggling to reconstruct their lives, forced to flee the country of their heritage living as refugees and hopeful of finding somewhere they can call home.

The beauty of Edita’s story is that she brings a personal perspective on what it means to be a refugee, a mother trying to do the best for her children while hoping to be reunited with her husband. It is a story for our times, one which is a reminder of the lasting impacts of war, the lifelong consequences for individuals who are forced to uproot their lives and rely on the kindness of strangers for survival.

For me, the book made me reflect on my Hungarian grandmother who fled when Russians invaded her country in September 1944. She fled with her daughter and one suitcase filled with oddments that were of little use in her new life in displaced persons’ camps in Germany. After applying to several countries, she came to Australia with her husband and daughter (my mum) and lived in the Bonegilla migrant camp. She spoke little of the years she lost, the hardships endured and after reading Edita’s book I would love to ask her all about it, but she died a long time ago.

I recommend this heart wrenching book, published by Hawkeye. It is a necessary and timeless story being repeated hundreds of times by those forced to flee to survive. Grab your copy of Between Before and After or listen to Edita’s interview on ABC National’s Conversations.

Her memoir was the winner of the Lakeland Book of the Year 2023, The Bookends Prize for People and Business and runner up of the Lakeland Book of the Year as well as winning The Hunter Davies Award 2023. Edita has been appointed national ambassador of the refugee council of Australia.


Getting to Know the Birds in Your Neighbourhood – A Field Guide

A friend and colleague, haematologist Lydia Pitcher, gifted me this beautiful book by ecologist Darryl Jones who will be presenting at the Brisbane Writers Festival. I have to confess, I am not a twitcher, but I do enjoy birdsong on my morning runs and delight in the feathered friends who visit our backyard daily. But this book is so special. The photography is breathtaking and could easily become the subject of an exhibition showcasing the birds who visit our suburbs. And it focuses on the birds we are likely to see in our cities rather than including every species found in Australia. The book is so cleverly set out, so that even someone like me, with little knowledge about bird species can use it and learn about more about the incredible birds who share our urban environments.

Each bird has a page devoted to it, with its common name and scientific name at the top followed by silhouettes of common birds to indicate its size in relation to species we are familiar with as well as a map showing distribution. In the left margin, there are icons that show us where the species is at home, its diet and active zone. The text is brief with features enabling easy identification, similar species, ecology, and breeding habits. And then, my favourite bit, Did you know? at the bottom of every page with fascinating information about habits, quirks or historical facts about a particular bird.

This beautiful book will join us on our back deck with a pair of binoculars and will accompany us on all our camping trips.

If you are in Brisbane, do go and listen to Darryl speak at The Brisbane Writers Festival. I will sadly miss this one as I am on my writing residency. I was lucky enough to meet Darryl at a dinner with friends where he signed my copies of his books. 

Darryl Jones' latest book (he has written eight) would make the perfect gift for anyone who loves birds, the outdoors and beautiful photography. It is a very practical guide to backyard twitching.


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A Piece of My Writing

I will leave you with a light-hearted piece that showcased in Furious Fiction earlier this year. This competition is a great opportunity to be like one of the young authors I mention above, who don’t fret and worry what they will write but just let their story pour onto the page, delighted to have the opportunity to create. It may be that your story doesn’t place, but your tale will still be a piece of creativity that didn’t exist until you wrote it and is now out in the world. A piece of your imagination shared.

When we focus less on outcomes, winning awards, getting published, impressing our friends (or enemies) we give ourselves permission to be more playful and take risks. That is often the space where the magic happens.

I hope you enjoy Boston’s tale and steal back an hour or two of your weekend to write your own piece of flash fiction.


The Boss

I’m careful to look confident like I’ve been doing this for years. It’s a trick Sandy taught me when I started my training.

            Just look like you know what you’re doing, Boston my friend.

            Lenny nudges me. I look straight ahead and remember the drill. Coffee first. We’ve been going through her routine and one of the first things she said was, ‘Ignore anything I say or do before I’ve had my caffeine hit.’

            Her hand is shaking. It might be that she’s decaffeinated but it occurs to me that she’s as nervous as I am. It’s a first day for her too. We are getting to know each other and becoming familiar with how we approach things.

            I step out and lead the way. Lenny follows.

            That’s something else Sandy told me.

            You’re the boss, Boston. Let her think she’s the boss but you’re the one making the big decisions. And sometimes, mate, they are life and death. Don’t ever forget that.

            The boss. I like that, even though it makes me anxious as hell I’ll stuff up and be deemed unsuitable for the job. I don’t want to let Lenny down. I want her to depend on me. I hold my head up, proud to be here after all that training.

            We weave through the morning crowd. Lenny is hesitant and I slow down and remember to let her believe she’s taking the lead. It’s harder than I imagined. Getting to the café is a relief to be honest. We head to the counter, and she places her order. A flat white, double shot. Just a water for me.

            The place is heaving, and I scan the room for a spare seat. There’s a tiny table in one of the odd corners. I nudge Lenny. She nearly trips on a bag left lying on the ground and I panic, but she rights herself.

            The table is a triangle wedged into the wall. I squeeze myself into the gap and wait for Lenny to finish her coffee. The radio is on in the background. She leans forward to listen to the news.

            The thirteenth interest rate hike has been met with a tsunami of rage from the community.

            Lenny sighs into her empty mug. ‘We might need to start doing overtime, Boston.’

She stands up and I’m by her side. It’s tricky to navigate our way around a pram the size of a small car. Outside, Lenny pauses. ‘How about we work from home today?’

            It suits me. We turn right and go back the way we came.

            At home she relaxes, unbuckles my harness, and scratches me behind the ears. ‘Good dog, Boston. We did it.’

            I wait till she moves away then steal the ham sandwich she dropped this morning. I earned it today. I swallow it in one bite then nuzzle up against her. I want to let Sandy know she was right about everything. Lenny and I are good together.