I’m guest posting today at How To Make My Blog. You can check it out here:Ego Armour: Why You Need It and How to Get It.

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I always felt that my dream was to write a book. I read a review once of a science fiction book. And while that is not a genre that I enjoy at all, what the reviewer had written has stayed with me ever since. They wrote ‘[the author] has re-wired science fiction. Everything is different now.’ And I knew when I read it, that I wanted to do something like that. Something so creative, so unique that it stands completely on its own. It’s hard to even write that, because that dream seems so completely unlikely and unrealistic.

Good Goog has been vaguely ignored while I put together the bones of Photo Goog. Not to mention Little People Books, which I think is averaging about a post a month. But since I can’t add eight more hours into the day, I’m ok with that. It’s also meant that the house looks a little bit like a crash site, I haven’t done any painting since the long weekend and I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel in terms of ideas for dinner.
A friend asked me if I was pregnant …

I’m guest posting today over at Write to Done. Head over there to check out my post on how perfectionism is not your friend, or even your frenemy – it’s an albatross around your neck.
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So I have this pretty ordinary About Me page. Honestly, who likes writing those things? I should start a blogging carnival where we all write one another a kick-ass ‘About Me’ page. I think everyone would be happy with that. Because as much time as l might spend writing about myself on a day-to-day basis, when it comes to boiling down my mind, body and soul into a punchy couple of paragraphs, I kind of suck.
I got a rejection letter from the Smart Home Family today. Which is not unexpected. …

Being an Australian blogger is interesting. It’s a smaller, more tight-knit community, which is lovely. It’s the sort of place where one of my most loved bloggers, Tiff, was the first person to comment on my blog, back when it was on a free site. We have a Sydney Bloggers Meet Up on Saturday and I am so excited to be going. If you’re anywhere near Sydney and want to come, do it! On the other hand, being on the other side of the world to our Northern Hemisphere friends, …

I was watching Julie & Julia tonight. A rare treat to watch a movie, alone and undisturbed. Which makes me sound like a social recluse, which I’m not. But I do love to get completely lost, every now and again. To be completely immersed in something. It got me thinking about writing and the beginning. It is a cruel master and a loving mistress, sometimes separately and sometimes together.
When I still had the luxury of perfectionism and before I realised that perfectionism was seriously beating the crap out of my self esteem, …

I had originally envisaged this post as a guest post on Problogger. Lofty much? And this evening got the rejection e-mail. Darren was of course very kind in his rejection and said he hoped I wouldn’t take it personally because of the sheer volume of emails he gets over at his monster blog. I’m grateful for the sentiment. But the day I don’t take a writing rejection letter personally, is the day my heart stopped beating. So rather than chance my feelings again by submitting it to another blog, I …

So the wordcount hasn’t been going quite as well as I would have liked but I’m still on track if I can knock over another 1,000 words tonight.
But thought I’d update a bit on where we’ve gotten to so far:

Somewhat hurriedly, she made her way back up the stairs. She wondered at what point her life had become a miriad of tiny deceptions. She went into the bathroom to wash her face. She liked the tingling of the cleanser and the sting of the toner as if it was stripping …

The first day of NaNoWriMo went so well, but it was the weekend, so I was pretty sure everything was downhill from there.
Day Two – up at 4:45am. In the car by 5:30am. At work by 7:45am. Home by 7:15pm. Comforting a toddler in teething agony 7:30 – 10:00pm. Somehow I don’t really feel up for 1,600 words. To stumble on only the second day! But realistically I think I’ll just have to recalculate my words needed based on excluding Mondays because I just don’t think it’s going to happen. …