Change of Pace Friday

It’s been a busy week and I’m easing into an even busier weekend. Yes, it will be predictably White. There will be scarves, farmers’ markets, a moleskine notebook even some musical theatre (#77). Today, I’ve warmed up with some downward dog at yoga and summoned the creative energy whilst in Warrior 1 because there was a blog post to be written before the busy weekend. But so far, I seemed to have only tweaked a hamstring rather than opened up  a flow of original and wonderfully entertaining new ideas.

So in the absence of any such ideas, I humbly offer the view from my bedroom balcony. Not into Johnny Depp’s apartment, unfortunately, but across Sydney Harbour to Barangaroo  and the city skyline.

From The Room With A View

In the foreground is a rusted relic from the days when Sydney Harbour was a working port and not just about corporate Harbour cruises and doof-doof party boats with male strippers. ‘Who’d like to take him home to meet mum and dad?’ Yes, please do. Anyone. Take him away so I don’t have to hear it next Friday and Saturday nights as well.

There are rowing crews having whistles blown at them in the pre-dawn chill, liners fog-horning their departure and the regular chugging and tooting of the ferries. The Water Rats (Police) are at the end of the street, but we’re still waiting for any sign of life from there.

Across East Balmain to the Bridge

As night falls, the red and blue logos of skyscrapers seep across the water, blurred  and diffused like one of Monet’s waterlily ponds. And of course the fireworks. Not just the New Year’s Eve extravaganza, but an almost weekly event at Darling Harbour or across at the Opera House. The snap, crackle and fizz of the red, green, silver and gold celebrations still send me to the window to ooh and aah.

It’s well-filling, inspiring and beautiful and that’s where I turned to today when my Warrior 1 failed me.

4 thoughts on “Change of Pace Friday

  1. This image triggered a flashback for me. When I was a student I used to live at the bottom of Glebe (a couple of decades ago) and that view was almost mine. Blackwattle Bay, its name promising nature, was actually semi derelict with artists’ colonies, seacaptains’ mansions and disintegrating shiphulks to explore. Loved it. Also love your blog and trying to work out how to ‘follow’ and put it on my blogroll.
    x Kate

    • Thanks so much Kate. Blackwattle Bay is definitely undergoing the gentrification thing. And I’m so delighted you loved the blog! I’ve only be doing this for a month so It feels like a vacuum sometimes. And the foloow thing – Word Press confounds me very often, will get a tech guru to help me with this. Is the email or twitter not working?

  2. I worked it out.
    We also share Jan. She was one of the writing teachers who really helped get me going a few years ago. Been thinking of doing a long-term thing with her to get me going again. It’s just a bit of a trek up to the bog smoke.

    I have only been blogging a while too. Had a three week hiatus where I wrestled with how much time it takes up and a bit of ‘what’s the bloomin’ point anyway’, but now I’m determined to keep on – even if it does feel as though I’m writing into a void. It helps me to look at the stats now and again to see that there are people out there, even if they don’t comment.

    You write well. The say a writer needs to blog…

    • Jan’s great. I’ve been going to Draftbusters & mentoring with her for awhile. I started blogging to keep me sane while I’m waiting to hear about a manuscript I’ve submitted. It is great to get the feedback/comments – otherwise you’ve really no idea what people think. And I’ve really appreciated your comments.
      Jan’s very flexible – she’d probably work out something via the net for you.
      J x

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