Putting it Off

There are some vital tasks I should be doing today. Things that will ease my mind and get me in the mood for packing and moving. They are tasks that will help me move forward. I should be cleaning my house (there may also be visitors later so this is a priority), updating my resume and applying for jobs, sorting things to pack.

Instead I have managed to sort through a drawer of old photos and thrown nothing out; dance badly with the kids; lip sync The Angels with my son; clean out an old handbag (found a cheque for $30!!) and now I’ve started sorting out my iTunes library. Now I’m writing this. I’m sitting in neutral.

I see no light at the end of this tunnel.

Why is it always the important things that get put off?  Why is the pile of “I’ll do this later stuff” always bigger than the pile of things that have been achieved. I’m seeing a life metaphor developing here.

Part of the problem is that the person I see on paper – in my resume – is possibly from another planet. That person was all about change, project and stakeholder management. That person knew how to speak geek and translate it to the suits. That person knew how to motivate and lead a team and practice participative management. WTF? Where did that person go?

That person is sorting out her songs, looking at old photos, reading ancient birthday cards, tagging her photo library, wrangling kids and buying lotto tickets. That person is wishing for a miracle that isn’t going to happen.

That person knows that if you put things off, nothing will come of it.  That person needs some serious motivation as apparently poverty and boredom are not enough.

Who was that guy in the 90s? The enormous one. The motivational speaker that got everyone up and off their butts. Maybe I need him. Maybe I need to listen to some subliminal tapes as I drift off to sleep.

Maybe I should just pull my finger out. Maybe I need a kick in the arse like the poor guy in the photo. Nothing like a massive rodeo bull to give you shove. Thought train – derailed.


We can’t take everything Pt 1

We can’t take everything with us when we move. So tonight saw the beginning of what is going to be a long, laborious process. The chucking out of STUFF.

Storage space no. 1 was attacked tonight, being one door of one sideboard. Removed from said cupboard was a whole bunch of vinyl, c1980-1990, including imports that have not seen the light of day for at least 15 years nor shall ever see the inside of a dumpster. Hours spent rifling through the racks of Impact Records in Canberra. Cry of “What is that?” from 9 year old, upon seeing an actual record. Discovery of an album by Neil from The Young Ones and a soundtrack from The Goodies. Where did all this Neil Diamond come from? Put them back in cupboard. Step 1: failed.

Next, CDs – an odd collection spearheaded by at least 5 different bands formed by friends and acquaintances over the years. Some of whom I barely recall. Some of them are awesome. At least two were bought at late night gigs I do not remember well. Obviously then, none of these can be binned. Others, somewhat scratched, plastic casings cracked, but great cover art – must stay. Early Daft Punk, should be framed. Step 2: failed.

On to sheet music. I am by no means a musician. I dabbled, briefly and badly as a teenager, but I can read music (thanks Mum). Hubby can play a mean guitar and sing like a … well, I don’t know how you would describe it, but he can sing. Do we need all this sheet music? You can download guitar tabs and lyrics for free, that’s all we need. But it cost so much to buy, way back when. Maybe the kids will use it one day. Surely they’ll want to use 101 Hits for Buskers. Step 3: failed.

What’s left? Guitar leads, mike leads, instructions for the once-used very expensive mixing desk, part of an amp, box of unopened Pink Floyd plectrums,  ACDC guitar strap, half a guitar stand, a guitar pedal and a mike. Step 4: failed for fear of own life.

Things are not going well. I’m going back to my knitting (I’m not very good at that either).


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Escape to Freycinet


OK so it’s been out a couple of years now and I have read it twice, but I think there’s a great read some of you might be missing out on. It’s the wonderful novel Freycinet by my author pal Melanie Calvert.

Melanie is one of what I call the ‘clever people’. The ‘clever people’ are people I know who are doing marvellous things that they are passionate about and for Mel that’s writing.

Mel’s own description,  that Freycinet  is  “Picnic at Hanging Rock meets Twin Peaks”  instantly had me hook, line and sinker. 

Mel’s words fill the page with luscious descriptions of the incredible Tasmanian landscape. You can almost here the breeze and smell the bush. I had strong feelings for her main characters within a few pages of their introductions and she draws you in before you even realise. As for the plot, well… you’ll just have to read it but hang on for a rich, eerie and murderous ride.

Check out Freycinet and Melanie. They say everyone has a novel in them, I think Mel has more than one and I can’t wait to see what she does next.

Don’t trust me? This is what others have had to say.


Buy Freycinet.


BREAKING NEWS: 24 May 2014 – Author Melanie Calvert is off to talk to a prominent Aussie director about the possibilities of turning this magical and mysterious novel into a feature film! Fingers crossed.

Brindabellas – a preview

Photographer, film maker and all-round nice guy Glen Ryan will be showing an excerpt from his film ‘Brindabellas’ at the National Films and Sound Archives in Canberra on Friday 30 May from 5.30pm. Not only will this be visually stunning, but the technology behind the process is fascinating too. See silverdory.com for a full rundown.

Entry is free but you need to book a seat, phone (02) 6248 2000.

silverydory.com says “Like karst country brindabellas has been filmed in near infra-red, with the focus shifting from the limestone of Wee Jasper to the to mountains and cloudscapes of the Brindabella ranges west of Canberra, Australia.  brindabellas also takes a closer look at the smaller details of this natural environment.”

I can’t wait for this event. Glen’s work is amazing. Not only that it’s turning into a bit of a Narooma expats reunion. See you there folks.


Blog wishes

What do I want from this blog? What do I want from it for you?

Not only will this blog hopefully be an account of the goings on in my life, particularly over the next few transitional months, but also it will be a collection of useful things.

Useful things are the best things. Useful things you can use – including information – links to interesting things, insightful things and things that, yes, make you go hmmmm.

If you’d like me to find you something useful, track something down for you or nail something on the head – let me know.

What’s it all about then?

Welcome to Wisharama. Well, what is it? Wisharama is quite frankly my chance to get some stuff down, to say some stuff and post some stuff. It’s also a way to express those things that I wish for – the tangible, the intangible and the unreachable.

Perhaps not all things we wish for are unreachable. Perhaps we just have to try a bit harder. Eight years ago I moved to the bush from the bustling ‘city’ of Canberra. Six years ago I quit my job in the Australian Public Service, it was a pretty good job too – great dollars, great workmates and a reasonably fulfilling occupation.

Why did I walk away? Family. My little family – hubby and just one littlie at the time – needed more of me than I could give if I was to continue driving two and a half hours a day over dirt roads to just bring in some dollars. AND no. 2 was on the way, and sometimes I can be a little lazy. So I left my job, my employer of 13 years and a huge network of friends and co-workers.

What happened? Life happened. No. 2 arrived, I worked part-time for hubby’s boss and got myself a very part-time gig at the local school (a dozen students) helping the kids with computers and photography. My government experience enabled me to do a few websites and get involved in the local community.

Before I knew it I was organising community events including the annual markets. I wrote the odd column for the local paper and had some of my photos published in regional and national rags. I volunteered to the NSW Rural Fire Service and learnt a lot of valuable information I’ve thankfully never had to put into practice (yet).

I have taken countless photos, seen incredible landscapes and witnessed natural disasters. I have made some lifelong friends and probably some lifelong enemies (more on living in a small community later!).

It’s never been enough though (greedy, or what?). Things break down, things need registering and insuring. People get sick, people die and things change. Life is not quite fulfilled.

There are a million (okay, maybe 10) things waiting to come to fruition. Most of us have things that sit in the back rows of our minds. Some people are brave enough to grab hold of them, drag them to the forefront and get on with it. These are the things I want to explore. The unsaid, the underdeveloped. So we don’t have to say “I wish I had been….” or “I wish I had done more….”.

My life and loves revolve around my friends and family, photography and my animals – three dogs and currently just one horse. These will feature on this blog as those are the things that keep me grounded. Hopefully you will also see something new, new for me anyway – some creativity, drive and ambition. You’ll also see our adventures – where we go, what we get up to – maybe you’ll even find some inspiration.

An opportunity has arisen – we are on the move. To the South East this time, the beautiful Sapphire Coast of New South Wales – we don’t know where we’ll end up – we don’t even have anywhere to live yet. Times are a’changing. Watch what happens next.