Indie Book Review: Kiss of the Fey, by Charlotte Cyprus



I found this a light, exciting and enjoyable read. It’s been awhile since I’ve read a fairy-tale style story and Kiss of the Fey reminded me why I liked them so much. When I read the first couple of chapters, I was worried it was going to be a bit run-of-the-mill (the business of the enchanted sleep and
being saved by a kiss) but luckily the standard fairy-tale tropes was just a setup to get the necessary basics out the way and for the real story to begin. The first act mostly deals with Johara gathering her strength and her wits to deal with the bizarre situation of being married to a king with the title ‘the Horrid’. At first she intends to be the docile wife just so she can survive, but it quickly becomes apparent she’s much too strong willed for that. I liked Johara and was easily able to sympathise with her as she reacted fearfully at first, then took matters into her own hands.

I also liked the romance. Simple, yet affective. Not being a big reader of romance, I was very pleased when the plot didn’t stop there, and introduced a few juicy subplots for me to sink my teeth into, all of which came together at the end in a very neat finale. The was a war-torn border, a kingdom to rebuild, a few friends in need of dire help, and, of course, the fey herself.

Giving this one a thumbs up 🙂

Kiss of the Fey
Charlotte Cyprus
Fairy Tale Romance
267 pages

According to the blurb on the back:

King Xenos has a heart cold as ice from a childhood curse, so how is it that he is the only one who could save Princess Johara?
Johara thinks there must be a mistake when Xenos takes her north to be his queen, but the rest of her life must be spent living in a gloomy castle with a cold husband.
However, things might not all be as they appear. Xenos’s passion is nothing close to cold, and Johara knows there is more to his curse than he’s telling her. Will Johara turn to ice when pressured with the cold, or will Xenos set her heart aflame?


Birthday on the Costa del Sol

Been a looong time since I’ve done a post, so I’m just going to update Portugal today and try to get Spain done tomorrow. I hope I have time. Being on a coach tour means that there is very little free time, and the access to wifi is very limited. Right now we’ve got it in the hotel but it keeps dropping out. I must have written this intro six times and I’m so frustrated I don’t know if I’m going to cry or throw a spaz attack. It’s not just the wifi, it’s this bloody ipad. I don’t care what the advertisements imply, iPads are NOT an appropriate substitute for laptops. I’m ready to throw the damn thing in the pool. Earlier, I was trying to write a review for a restaurant (very good restaurant called Vintage 8 if you’re ever in Torremolenos) and it corrected my meaningful to meaningless. Not kidding.

On another note, it’s my birthday today! Also, Costa del Sol is a terrible beach. No waves, the sand is a funny grey-brown colour and it’s full of pebbles, which get bigger and more numerous as you wade out into the water. Very disappointing, but I guess Europeans are just happy to find water meeting land without a cliff face getting involved. Americans, you’re much better off with California and Florida. Australians, you’re just better off, period.

Day 5 – Fatima and Obidos, Portugal

From Oporto we were on the coach to Lisbon, with stops at Fatima and Obidos. Fatima is a holy Catholic site where an apparition occurred early last century. I’m not sure how many Catholics were on our tour, but me and Mum aren’t religious (though Mum stops short of labelling herself as atheist), so we just had a walk around, looked at the monument and marvelled at the HUGE amount of Catholic paraphernalia. Lots of shops were selling candles in the shapes of various body parts, which were used to light in prayer at the cathedral. It was a bit different to see these wax shapes of legs, arms, lots of wax babies (creepy, but I guess it was to pray for a healthy baby?) and yes, even wax breasts. I hope they were burned for something meaningful like breast cancer and not something trivial like praying for bigger breasts. Admittedly, the latter thought came to mind first.


There’s another practice of prayer where the person walks on their knees on the path toward the  church. You can see someone doing it in the photo.


Then we went to the medieval town of Obidos. There’s a great old wall going around the town but I didn’t it was safe to walk around it (there was no railing, and nothing to stop you falling off one side). So I just walked up to the top, snapped a few photos, then opted out for a sangria in the shade instead. It’s been SO hot! But nice. Lots of resting in the shade and cool drinks. Just lovely.

Day 6 – Lisbon, Portugal

Lisbon was gorgeous. Look at the view from our hotel window!


We got to see the monument to discovery and the Belem Tower. Whenever the tour guide said Belem, I thought she was saying ‘bell-end’. Maybe it was too early in the morning for me…

Belem Tower, built in the sea. Not bell-end.

Belem Tower, built in the sea. Not bell-end.

Then later that day we went to a nearby town called Cacais, which was even more picturesque.





Isn’t it beautiful? I really loved Portugal and the people were really polite and helpful. The tour we’re doing is very quick, cramming as much as possible of Spain and Portugal in the space of two weeks. I’d like to go back someday and see more of the castles and walk around the towns. We’ve done cathedrals to death, honestly. Definitely some of the cathedrals are spectacular, but we’ve been very cathedral focused and I would like more variety.

I’ve eaten peri peri chicken and drunk green wine. It’s been a good holiday so far. I’ll be updating on Seville next, so I hope I’ll be able to do that sooner than in five days’ time, like I had this time!

I’m in Portugal!

Being on holiday should mean there is lots of free time, but it seems that there’s just not enough! I’m worn out after each day from walking around exploring everything (honestly, I have the constitution of a woman fifty years older than me!) but I still miss things. Spain and Portugal have been lovely so far, but the wifi is erratic so I haven’t been able to catch up in the matrix as much as I would have liked. So here’s a quick recap of the last few days…

Spain – Day 2 – Madrid and Sergovia

Still staying the night in Madrid, so no need to walk around with money belts restricting my belly (they are necessary, but so very, very irritating). We’re with the tour now so the morning was a quick drive around getting the run down on major sites and photos from the bus. Then came the Prado Museum, and if I had to choose between an art or a history museum I would always choose history, but as it was, I didn’t have the choice. Obviously the Prado was worth seeing – HUGE collection of the different artists (though they only had one Rembrandt, because he was Protestant and not Catholic). I got to see the paintings that were referenced in my mythology books, especially Rubens’ The Three Graces and The Rape of Ganymede. Vega’s paintings were properly eerie and triply, so I loved them. Pretty much all the paintings were either Classical Mythology or Christian stories (well, Jesus in various stages of his crucifixion, anyway). Lots of violence on both counts, and lots more of the other vice in the Greek inspired paintings. There were also portraits of the various royals to have ruled Spain, and there was a section on portraits of the ‘fools’. The history there is really interesting, there was a man with dwarfism who wasn’t just an entertainer but also worked as an emissary of very high standing. I forget the name, but the story stuck with me.

Again, couldn’t take photos, but there was a little coffee table book on the cheap so we picked that up.

In the afternoon, we went to Sergovia:


This is one of the many ancient towns in Spain, with its roman aqueduct and moorish castle.


And and this time, we were allowed to take photos!

Coronation painting without eyes

Coronation painting without eyes

Creepy eyeless wall painting inside the castle.

Day 3 – Toledo and Salamanca

Toledo was settled because the Romans found the water flowing in the nearby river had certain properties that rendered forged steel to be more durable and flexible than anything they’d seem before. I don’t know much about smithing, but I know about geology – flexible is good, because otherwise it will break easily.  So we got to see  a sword being forged and then I bought a couple of daggers and a gold fob watch (really cheap) from the smithy. I figured daggers were more practical for display in an apartment, plus I could probably get them back into the country more easily (I hope). They had a lot of katanas for sale, which I thought was silly because katanas were made from folded steal to prevent the high iron steel of the Japanese from shattering, and there is no need to fold Spanish steel so the katanas wouldn’t be made the traditional way. But I guess there’s more of a market for katanas than western swords. Actually, there didn’t seem to be a broad rage of western swords – I didn’t see any roman or Celtic styles, or bastard, broad or longswords.

What I did see a lot of was Lord of the Rings’ weapons. They had all the different weapons – Sting, that elvish sword, what’s the one the dwarf has now? Goblin cleaver or something? I’m not a big LOTR fan. I should try and read  the books now that I’m older and have a better grasp of the English language (I think). I had tried reading the fellowship of the ring when I was thirteen, before giving up and going back to Christopher Pike. I was a bit of a horror junkie then, and books longer than 200 pages scared me.

Anyway, lots of LOTR stuff. Good stuff too.

The cathedral was awesome. It’s easy to get very sick of churches in Europe, but there’s no denying Catholics rock the gold, art, and all things materially beautiful (I can definitely see how Martin Luther got so worked up). Still, they make great tourist attractions.


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It’s really difficult to see because of the contrast between the sunlight and the dark cathedral, but that second photo, there is a hole in the cathedral with all these statues carved in little tunnel that reaches the light outside. It is amazing and the picture really does not do it justice.

Salamanca was a very quick one hour wander before dinner, then we were off again to Portugal the next day!

Day 4 Porto

Porto was gorgeous. It was the first time I’d ever seen the Atlantic Ocean, so that was pretty exciting. The old town is just stunning – all these buildings that kept to the moorish style of tiling in the outside. I don’t know if the tiling thing is being kept up by any other country – I’ve been to Turkey and all of their tiles were inside, not outside. So even though it’s attributed to an Islamic style of art, I guess that way of doing things just isn’t done anymore?

i didn’t take any photos of the lovely town on my ipad! Only my camera, which I don’t have the connecting cable for!

Well, I do have this picture of the francesinha I had for lunch. It was perfect with the half litre of beer I drank. Seriously, I could see this sandwich taking off as pub grub in Australia.


It’s a three meat sandwich  (steak, spicy sausage and ham) covered in melted cheese, swimming in a spicy beer sauce. It was pretty awesome.

And with that bit of culture, I shall sign off! Good night everyone!


100 Followers + First Day in Spain!

This was just going to be a holiday post but BOOM! Just hit the 100 mark! Woohoo! Thanks be to you all who have been kind enough to follow, like, comment and be generally excellent individuals. Thank you ❤ And today is actually my second day in Spain, but it is the first day I actually began to experience Spain. Yesterday me and Mum just checked in, had an afternoon sleep, then woke bleary eyed and zombie-like at 7pm to wander the streets looking for brains. I mean, burgers. I know that isn’t the thing to do when you’re in a foreign country but that’s what I felt like after 24 hours in transit. Today we went to the royal palace, walked along Mayor St (or Calle de Mayor) and saw some awesome buildings.

Museo Palacio Real

Museo Palacio Real

The royal palace was pretty cool, but the armoury was fantastic. I had never seen an armoury that had so much horses’ armour, and it included a lot of the royals’ armour too. There were a lot of pieces that we designed for princes while they were still young boys (for ceremony, I hope). So there were all these decked out horse mannequins and little mini suits of armour. Queen Isabella even had several suits of armour, all on display, which I really liked. I knew the famous image of Queen Elizabeth of England doing the whole ‘I may have the feeble body of a woman but I have the heart and stomach of a king!’ In her ceremonial suit of armour, but it’s nice to know she wasn’t the only Queen rockin’ the warrior-woman look at the time.

Fresco inside the palace

Fresco inside the palace

The entranceway was the only place inside the palace we could take photos. Mum suspects that they enforce the ‘do not take photos’ rule just so they could sell us coffee table books at the souvenir shop. Sure, the flash might damage the colours of the tapestries and paintings, but why are we still not allowed to take photos if we just don’t use the flash? It does sound like a bit of a con. We already pay to get in, after all. You go to one post-renaissance palace in Europe, and you’ve kinda gone to them all. I haven’t been to Versailles, but it does seem to be the standard they’re all modelled off (though I’ve only been in the Schonbrunn in Vienna and the Dolmabache Palace in Istanbul to compare).

Palacio de Linares

Palacio de Linares

There are plenty of beautiful buildings in Madrid that we walked past, but didn’t have time to go inside/ weren’t allowed. I think the Linares used to be a ‘communications centre’, or post office. Best looking post office I’ve ever seen.

A walk in the park

A walk in the park

The parks are nice, frequent and full of shady trees, but there is a weird standard where the paths through them and large sections of the parks are just sandy barren areas. The parks were all busy today with families playing soccer and stuff, so maybe the sandy sections are for sports? I’m not sure.

Tapas and Sangria

Tapas and Sangria

And we had tapas for lunch! Then we had our meet and greet dinner for the tour group and ended up having tapas for dinner too! Am very full now. Lots of croquettes, omelettes and gazpacho. We ordered Tinto de Verano to drink but got given Sangria instead, which was twice the price. We couldn’t tell the difference since we’ve never had either (I don’t count sangria slushies from the taco restaurants back home) so we didn’t find out until the bill came that sangrias were twice the price of Tinto de Verano. Anyway… So that’s day one! Typing on the ipad is ticking me off more than I thought it would, so though I’ll try to post regularly, it might not be that often. Thanks doe reading! MdD

Haiku: What Flying Means To Me, or Drunk on Mary

Please note: I skipped my mini story post today because I was exhausted from work and busy packing to depart tonight and I just couldn’t do it because reasons and excuses. I am sorry. I should have written something in advance, but alas, I was not so foresightful. So here comes an impromptu haiku from Brisbane International Airport!

Waiting, cold and stiff.
Does it have to be so cold?
Where’s my alcohol?

Vodka, required.
With pepper, tomato juice,
Salt and a stirrer.

You’ll be back soon, right?
It’s a fourteen hour flight.
I’ll need more than this.

Can’t get to sleep, yet
Can’t focus my eyes either-
Can’t read, can’t watch films.

Need another drink.
If I can’t sleep, at least make
Me drunk on Mary.

One Lovely Blog

Rosh from The Rose of Sharon Healing, a wonderful blog about hopeful and beautiful things from her adopted home of South Korea (and history!), had kindly nominated me for The Lovely Blog Award awhile ago. At the time I was already on an upswing – an emotional high full of hope and wishful thinking, and knew that it wouldn’t last. Unfortunately, this is a fact of life. Sometimes we’re in a good mood, sometimes we’re in a bad mood. Anyway, knowing this, I decided to secret this piece of honest kindness away until I needed it. And these past few days, I have been in need of a virtual hug.

Hug me!

Thank you Rosh! I hope you don’t mind that I kept your hug safe until I needed it.

Okay then! Let’s get down to business. The rules of this award are:

Seven things about myself? I’m going to take that to mean stuff I haven’t talked about already, just to make it difficult. Because I get a kick out of gossiping about myself honesty. Well, I’ve told you all about my aesthetic flaws, personality quirks and absence of religious faith, so I have to think about what I haven’t told you already. Ready? Here we go.


I can’t stand coffee. It gives me acid reflux – I taste it in my mouth for hours after I drink it, threatening to regurgitate. It also gives me, erm, digestion issues. Not that you needed to know that, it’s just I get lots of people who shout “YOU DON’T LIKE COFFEE?!” at me so I always have to explain why. Just figured I’d get that out the way by preempting the inevitable question. Yes, there are people in the world who don’t like and/or simply cannot enjoy coffee.

I am a tea drinker. Have been since I was ten years old. I cannot start the day without a cup of tea – to do so gives me a headache. I expect smokers experience the same thing if they can’t get that first cigarette, so it must be a withdrawal symptom. But tea doesn’t give a person lung cancer so as addictions go, I’m pretty happy with what I’ve got 🙂


My birthday is at the end of this month! I was born on the twenty-ninth of September, nineteen-eighty-nine. So I was able to experience the last three months of the glorious eighties before being raised by the indifferent and apathetic nineties.

I’m just kidding. After all, the nineties gave us the following awesome:

  • Xena
  • Spice Girls
  • Sailor Moon
  • Metal Gear Solid
  • Pokemon
  • Power Rangers
  • The birth of the Elder Scrolls


I love travelling. I was lucky enough to have been raised by parents who loved travelling, so I caught the travel bug early. It helped that my dad worked for an airline so we got the staff travel discounts by hopping on planes that had spare seats. I’ve been to England (x3), California, Cambodia, New Zealand (x2, and what Aussie hasn’t visited Middle Zealand?), Tokyo (x2), Singapore, Dubai, Turkey (all over), and I’ve been on a two-week tour of central Europe which included: Germany, Poland, Austria, Hungry, Slovakia and Czech Republic.

And in case I haven’t talked about it enough already, on Thursday I shall embark on another adventure! This time, to Spain and Portugal for a two-week tour with Mum. So, so keen on this holiday. I don’t know what’s going to happen when I come back from it. I’m hoping I’ll have some sort of emotional epiphany and realise exactly how to live my life from now on. Bah, I should just get over myself and enjoy the damn holiday.


I love history and museums. The Hittite Museum in Ankara (Turkey) and the Pergamon Museum in Berlin (Germany) are my favourites so far. Yes, I’ve been to the British Museum. It was horribly organised and cluttered, like a flea market. I thought it was terrible. The one redeeming factor was that they got their grubby paws on the Rossetta Stone. But hey, each to their own, I suppose.

I completely geek out over this so maybe I’ll do some dodgy archaeological posts in the future (the discovery of Troy! Hatshepsut! The destruction of Minos!). Maybe. If I want to repel readers for some reason.


When I’m at work, I become Daria (oh! Add that to nineties awesome list). I think it’s a coping mechanism: if I stop caring, everything will be okay.

La la la, la la.

I wish I could be chirpy and happy and positive (like Unikitty) all the time but… but I’m at work. I get up at five, I’m at work for the pre-shift meeting at quarter to six, then it’s underground running around dodging falling rocks, or in the office running around and thinking too much until six in the evening. Then it’s bath, buffet, blog and bed. Well, it’s actually a shower and camp food for dinner – I just wanted to use alliteration.


… this is difficult. I’ve got four things so far and my mind is now stagnating. Do I have any other hobbies I haven’t mentioned? I don’t think so. I remember my mum signed me up for everything under the sun when I was a kid. I think it was because I wouldn’t leave the house otherwise. I was very much an indoors person. I’m not big on exercise, though I’m making myself do more because things are starting to click in strange places, which can’t be good.

A fact about me… Something about myself… I guess I’m a pretty boring person once you strip away the over-active imagination (which I like to think is pretty good, if I do say so myself). I don’t like ‘going out’, I don’t like to drink to excess (in vino veritas, after all, and no one wants to hear the truth (or so I find out the next morning)). My drink of choice is bloody mary. There we go. That can be number five.

My drink is Bloody Mary.


I’m a natural bitch. I don’t really want to be, but in real life I find it incredibly liberating to speak the scathing remarks that pass through my head (not in the blogosphere though – I think that’s because of the company I keep :o) you guys bring out the best in me). Because I work in the mines, the bitch act kind of works. Everyone is a… well, I’m in polite company now, so I won’t repeat what’s often said on minesites. Basically, if you can think of the worst word to use for a masculine appendage, and the worst word to use for a female, um, deppendage, then you’ve got a pretty good idea what two words are most frequently used out in the middle of this red dust-bowl. The former word can be used on its own, or with the suffix ‘head’. The latter word is just fine on its own, thank you very much.


Okay, I think I’m going a bit crazy trying to think up tidbits about myself. Oh, that gives me a good idea of what number seven can be:

When I was still at uni and I was trying to stay up really, really late because I was studying, my dreams started impeding my waking reality. I’d start to hear people. Not ‘voices’ as such (I had spoken to someone I knew who’s a psychologist and she swore I’m not carzy), but I could hear people having a conversation. Yet, there was no one there. At the same time I started getting flickers of something in my peripheral vision. I thought it was pretty cool, but recognised I was past the point of no return and had to retire to bed. Sometimes, I just need to do what my body is telling me and get some sleep.

Oh, and another fact about me? I’m an over-sharer. Let me know if I’ve been too much 🙂

My Nominations (in no particular order):

Please know that there is no obligation to follow the rules of this award – I’m nominating these people because I think they’re lovely. Whether they accept or not is entirely up to them.

Eliza Worner is a lovely fellow Australian and wholly sympathetic to the plights of the struggling author. Check out the details of her upcoming book, The Black Road.

Lola from Hit or Miss Books is always up for a friendly chat dissecting books and scarily has a very similar opinion to me. One of my first port of calls for recommendations.

Leiah from So, I read this book today. Leiah defines lovely. She is kind, supportive, and always giving and generous. She has too many qualities so please click the link and check out her blog!

Shelby from Nature Preserve Me –  seriously, seriously nice person who I feel so lucky to have accidentally replied to her comment when I was aiming for some else. I said something completely unrelated, but she replied with tact and grace. Because she’s that kind of person.

Kendi has written a really great fanfic based on The Purge (I loved it!) and she also posts about her random and entertaining thoughts. She is a genuinely nice person.

Utah Rob for Fly fishing the high country. I’ve already got one of Rob’s stories linked on my sidebar (click on the picture of the dog, and you’ll know why I’ve nominated him).

Cheryl for What Cheryl said. Cheryl reminds me to be kind, while addressing the more challenging topics of life.

Auntie Doris is one of my favourite characters on the internet. She is fantastic. Just, fantastic.

Oil Pastels by Mary. I love Mary’s art. Beautiful, unique and simply gorgeous.

Newguy87 from Movie Reviews 101 is a lovely guy who is crazy about movies. Seriously – check out the huge variety he’s reviewed!

TK from Chapter TK raises some great argumentative points and challenges us to really think about the society we live in and the society we want.

Leanne Walker is another Australian author who’s working on her manuscript! Plus she’s got some really funny commentaries on everything that happens to her.

Karen from My train of thoughts on… has some truly wonderful posts that are loved by many people – me included!

Story Medic is a great blog for writers – this Tasmanian has taught me a lot, and I’m paying sharp attention to what happens next with his writing adventures…

Carol Balawyder is a fascinating woman who has done some great posts on femme fatales and Nobel Prize Laureattes. I also love the cover she’s currently showing off for her new book Getting to Mr. Right.

Honourable Mentions!

Nicholas Rossis and Horrorville had recently been nominated for the lovely blog award, so I’m just giving them a special mention here 🙂

Also, to Silver Linings who had deservedly won two Lovely Blog Awards. It’s easy to see why.

Book Review: Night Broken by Patricia Briggs



Mid-west Book Review called Patricia Briggs a natural-born storyteller, and I couldn’t agree more. This is especially true in this book – I didn’t care for the vast majority of the story. I didn’t care about the issues with Christy (whose obvious manipulation seemed cheap and, for me, not believable), which takes up too much of the book. But I still loved reading it. Patricia Briggs has a special way of spinning a tale. She’s one of the few authors who makes me forget my surroundings completely. Usually when I’m reading, I have one ear to the ground (so to speak). I think that’s a survival instinct I developed from missing too many train stops when I was younger. But these books still manage to override that, and that’s pretty cool.

So even though I only really liked the bits with Coyote, some of the Guayota and the minor plot with the fae (I’ll always love fae), I still enjoyed this book while I was reading it. Thumbs up.

Night Broken by Patricia Briggs

Mercy Thompson #8

Book Length: 341 pages

Time to Read: About a week at half an hour to an hour a day.

Paranormal Drama/Action/Adventure.

Adult Fiction.

According to the Blurb on the Back:

Mercy Thompson’s life is never simple.

Her mate Adam’s ex-wife is in trouble, on the run from her new boyfriend. Adam won’t turn Christy away when she’s in need, but Mercy can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right.

Soon, Mercy learns that Christy has the furthest thing from good intentions. She wants Adam back and will do anything to get him, including turning Adam’s pack against Mercy.

Meanwhile, there’s an even more dangerous threat circling. Christy’s ex is more than a bad man – in fact, he may not be human at all. As the bodies pile up, Mercy finds herself facing a creature with the power to tear her world apart.

Lovely Desperation

I think we all get a bit desperate sometimes (unless you’re completely satisfied with your life in every way, in which case, well done. Seriously.). This past year I’ve been fluctuating between different directions of desperation. I desperately want to quit my job. Then I desperately want to be able to enjoy my job because hey, it pays pretty good and my life would be fine if I could just learn to like it. But when I’m working, I just want to write. When I’m working, I just want to read. I don’t see the pay as a reward for hard work – it’s just a reminder of how much time I’ve wasted. That’s honestly how I see my work: wasted time.

I know a lot of you out there are artistically minded. You love imagination and beautiful things. Some of your are even fortunate enough to make a living doing you enjoy. Of course, fortune isn’t the whole of the matter. You invest the whole of yourself into what you do – you threw caution to the wind and put your heart and soul on the line. I desperately want to do the same.

But I’m just so damn practical!

Maybe practical isn’t the right word. But it’s something cold like that. Logical. Calculating.


I like to think of it as realistic. I went straight from high school to uni because I was realistic. I went straight from uni into a full-time job because I was realistic. I thought of these things as starting my life. Building a foundation. But how was my life founded? What was I building towards? I find myself surrounded by people who are truly invested in their careers but when they talk about them I completely lose interest. It would be so easy if I was as driven as them. If I were so motivated towards ‘progression’ and ‘advancement’, then things would be simple.

But the truth is, I want to stop.

I don’t care about working towards the next step up the ladder. I don’t care about gaining experience. I just don’t care about my work.

Then that little voice crops up again – anything could happen in the future. Anything. Bad things. Things that cost money, and will always and continue to cost money. What are you going to do then if you quit now while you’re still able to work?

I hate being realistic. Reality sucks. I worked that out when I was fifteen and I found out ‘adventuring archaeologist’ wasn’t a real job. That’s why I started writing. My first book was about the search for Pharaoh Hatshepsut’s secret tomb. So why was I trying to act in accordance with reality? Because I can’t run away from reality. I can’t hide from reality. But I bloody well want to sometimes.

Do you ever have a certain feeling bubbling up inside of you that you are doing the exact opposite of what you are meant to do? That desperate drive to be who you really are, and damn the consequences? It would be so liberating. I could be so free.

But I can’t escape reality. So the argument goes around and around again. I want but I need. I need but I want. I’m not even sure which is the want and which is the need anymore. Do I need money or fulfillment? I suspect my perspective is skewed, but I’m not sure where the bias lies. What’s more important to me? What will matter more in the future? I’m just stuck in this state of desperation, swinging between positivity and negativity.

I don’t know if you could tell, but I had a fairly shit day at work.

Ugh, I know I’m in a bit of rut right now. I love this blog, and I love writing and I love reading, and work isn’t preventing me from doing any of these things that I love. After all, I still have a bit of time at the end of the day. Maybe tomorrow I can afford a better perspective. But right now, I just needed to rant. I’m sure you’ve felt the same at times. Thank you for giving me this space to voice myself, even when I’ve gotten a little ugly. Please feel free to rant and rave at me whenever you feel like it – now that I’ve put you through this, you have every right to do the same.

Haiku: I Hadn’t Missed The Frogs

I had missed summer

Or so I had thought – turns out

Didn’t miss it much.

I didn’t miss sweat,

Or flies or frogs in the loo,

Or those cane toads too.

Always liked the warmth,

And the sun and storms, but still,

Frogs are in my loo.

P.S. The reason I’m using ‘loo’ so much is because it’s one syllable shorter than ‘toilet’. That’s the only reason 🙂


Writing my Blurb and working on the Cover

Help a fellow author out! Especially if you’re interesting in Wizard of Oz re-imaginings!

Eliza Worner

In my off time recently, I started thinking about other aspects of my novel, in particular the Cover and the Blurb.

Feedback would be greatly appreciated. All this is a work in progress. Tell me, does it pique your interest? Is it engaging? Would you read it? It’s so hard to create the right air of mystery and intrigue without giving too much away. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. It’s amazing how hard writing a few sentences can be.

Black Road - A novel by Eliza Worner Black Road – A novel by Eliza Worner

Dana Gale thinks she knows everything about the war that killed her father, and the strain of bacteria that started it all. But when she emerges from the bunker she quickly learns that she knows nothing of the secrets and lies buried by Oz Industries, and the shocking truth at the centre of the storm.

BLACK ROAD is a dark re-imagining of…

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