Friday, November 11, 2011

5 Sentence Fiction: Delectable

I'm joining 5 Sentence Fiction with Lillie McFerrin Writes today.

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the inspiration word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just take your inspiration from that word. 

This week’s inspiration word is: DELECTABLE





Chateau d’Armancourt, just outside Paris, had led a chequered history since its aristocratic owner met an untimely death at the hands of Madame Guillotine in 1796.

A one time convent, insane asylum, boarding school and army headquarters during both wars, the Chateau had been reborn as a luxury hotel and high-end cooking school.

It was also the location for the filming of 'Sex on the Table', a cooking show featuring the culinary talents of Stefanie Lefroy, a former model turned celebrity chef, and the darling of Parisian television.

Inside the white marble kitchen with its grand fireplace, copper saucepans and pots of herbs, the cameraman, Guillaume, zoomed in closely as Stefanie swept a piping hot nectarine tart out of the oven and placed it on the marble countertop, her spectacular cleavage perfectly framing the tart.

Stefanie poked a finger into the shiny glazed surface and delicately licked it, ‘"mmmmm, delectable" she pronounced, winking at the camera….Guillaume rather thought so too.

11/11/11 Who are we remembering?

On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918, the Armistice to end the First World War was officially signed between the Allies and the Germans in a railway carriage near the Compiegne Forest in France.

In 1919, King George V dedicated the 11th of November as a special Remembrance Day for the members of the armed forces who were killed in World War I.

The war ended 93 years ago and, for many Australians, relates only to the distant but valiant story of Gallipoli.

So who are we to remember?

Here are just a few stories of ordinary young Australian men who never came home.


Alfred Victor Momphlait was a 28 year old clerk from Port Adelaide in South Australia.  He enlisted on 17 July 1915 in the 32nd Battalion and was killed 1 year and 3 days later on 20 July 1916 in the Battle of Fromelles (sometimes known as the Battle of Fleurbaix).

Fromelles was the first major battle the Australians took part in on the Western Front.  It was a terrible annihilation with over 5,533 Australian casualties.  Two battalions, including Alfred's were effectively destroyed.  Out of 887 soldiers in the 60th Battalion, only one officer and 106 men survived.

The area where the battle took place was retaken by the Germans almost immediately and the Australian dead were buried in mass graves behind German lines.  Some of these pits were discovered in the 1920's and the remains re-buried in a war cemetery nearby as unidentified soldiers.

In 2007 an Australian school teacher, Lamis Englezos located a new burial pit near the village of Fromelles.  The remains were exhumed in 2009 and 250 bodies were recovered, 203 of these Australian.  Alfred Victor Momphlait was identified by DNA testing.

RIP.


Rowland Joseph Hill and Alfred John Hill

Rowland and Alfred Hill were born in Echuca Victoria but the family later moved to Perth.  The brothers enlisted in the Army in 1915.  Alfred, a dentist, enlisted in June, and was sent to Gallipoli.  Following the retreat from Gallipoli in December 1915 he was sent to France in March 1916 as part of the reinforcements for the 28th Battalion, joining his brother Rowland.  Rowland, a railway employee,  enlisted in September and was sent directly to France as part of the 28th Battalion.

The 28th Battalion was engaged on the Somme in the Western Front, near the village of Pozieres, the scene of the worst conditions and worst fighting in all of the war.

Alfred, who had survived Gallipoli, was killed in action on July 29th, 1916.  His brother Rowland was killed in action 2 weeks later on August 14th, 1916.  The bodies of both boys were recovered but they are buried in separate cemeteries.  Their poor mother on receiving the telegrams so close together.

RIP


Felix George Buck (known as Sonny) and Alexander Percy Buck 

Sonny Buck was 22 years old when he enlisted in Western Australia in late 1915.  Sonny joined the 12th Battalion in France and in August 1916 was severely wounded.  Sonny was shot by a machine gun numerous times in the back and was then buried alive after a shell exploded nearly.  After 5 days fighting for his life he was evacuated to England.  Sonny was permanently discharged from the Army in 1917, before the end of the war, suffering from shell shock.

In 1920, Sonny died from a gunshot wound while out hunting near his home in WA.  It is not known if this injury was self inflicted.  He was 27 years old.

Alexander Buck was 21 years old when he enlisted in Western Australia in 1916.  He was sent directly to France.  In January 1917 he was wounded in action and sent to hospital in England.  He returned to France in July 1917.  Three months later, in October 1917 he suffered gunshot wounds to the head and a compound fracture to the skull.  He was evacuated to England and sent back to Australia on a hospital ship in May 1918 before the end of the war.

In 1923, he died from his war injuries at home in  Bunbury.  H was 27 years old.

Although these two brothers survived the war, their physical and mental wounds ended up taking both their short lives.

RIP


William Henry Bowman, known as Bill

William Henry Bowman is my great uncle, my grandfather's oldest brother.  He enlisted in the AIF in July 1915 at the age of 18 and was sent to France as part of the 52nd Battalion.  Bill enlisted because his father and grandmother were German settlers from South Australia.  This was not looked upon with favour by the small country town in which he lived and so he enlisted to serve in the Army as soon as he was able to, being the only son old enough to fight.

The 52nd Battalion were fighting near the village of Pozieres, where Rowland and Alfred Hill were also killed.  On September 3rd, 1916, the 52nd took part in the Battle of Mouquet Farm.  Bill and over 300 men from his Battalion were killed on that day, he was 19 years old.

As the Germans took over this ground, Bill's body was never recovered.  No one who saw him that day survived the battle and therefore nothing is known of how and when he fell, or where.

His mother never recovered from the shock of losing her firstborn child in such terrible and unknown circumstances.

RIP dear Bill.

These are just some of the stories of the soldiers we remember on this day but there are so many more.

In WWI, Australia had a population of less than 5 million people.  Over 416,000 men (almost all between the ages of 18 and 40) enlisted to serve in WWI.  60,000 were killed in action and 56,000 were wounded, gassed or taken prisoner.

My great uncle Bill came from a little farming hamlet in WA.  Of the 27 men who enlisted to fight, only 18 came home.  One third of the young men never returned.

This is why we should remember.

10 things in my life right now....

1. Listening

To be honest, I've been avoiding music like the plague.  Have you ever noticed how many songs apply to you when you're in the middle of an emotional crisis?  Well, maybe not LMFAO's catchy dance hit "I'm sexy and I know it" - I'm not sure that applies at all hahaha -but all the men-hating  ballad/love song type ones.

I've never been one of those people that likes to sit around moping and listening to depressing music when I am down....well, not generally.  And if I was going to sit there in my own misery, I would probably choose something classical and stirring, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata or a Puccini aria (if you have never listened to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata before do yourself a favour, it will stir your soul).

But I had to turn the radio off in the car the other day after a particularly depressing incident during the school run ....Good Charlotte's latest song '1979' was playing.  The chorus lyrics....

All the decades and the years have passed
Not every family is built to last,
No time can take away these memories
Remember when you said to me
That we'd be alright

And I found myself crying in the car thinking about the broken family I come from and the one I have created.  I wasn't crying because it had happened, it was ultimately my decision in the end, but because I/we had failed.  The last 3 years have been so full of hurt, bitterness and resentment and I couldn't make it work in the end.  Its painful to know that our kids will pay the final price for that.  So, yes, I've been avoiding music like the plague.

2. Eating

Still not eating properly....unless you can call Vegemite on toast eating properly :)  Its about the only thing I can be bothered with these days.  I've been cooking for the kids but I find myself sitting down with them at dinner time and either not eating at all or just picking at salad.  The upside of that is I've lost a little weight.  I think what I need is a really good dinner at a really good restaurant, something that will make me sit up and go 'wow! this tastes really good!'.  So I will have to save up my pennies for a big splurge.  If you have any restaurant recommendations in Melbourne, let me know!
3. Drinking

My coffee addiction is being managed quite well, I've been indulging in one or two glasses of wine at night and with the last few days of warmer weather I've even had a beer or two!  I've just discovered a great new bar in the city,  courtesy of the Melbourne Writers Social Group, where we meet for drinks every Tuesday night.  

The bar is called is The Wharf and is situated at the bottom of the World Trade Centre right on the banks of the Yarra.  Its directly across the river from the Melbourne Exhibition building.  Its a great place for meeting friends and having a drink - lots of space, awesome river/city views, great prices and close to transport (Southern Cross Station is a short walk up the road and there are trams nearby on Spencer St near Crown Casino).  Check it out if you get the chance!

4. Wearing

Spandex and lots of it!  What wonderful stuff Spandex is....my warm thanks go out to C.L. Sandquist and Joseph Shivers who invented Spandex in 1959 :)  I remember my mother telling me that my grandmother (who was born in 1916 and lived to the age of 94) wore a girdle every day of her life.  I'm beginning to think this was a fabulous idea!

After having 4 kids in 5 years, my body is never going to be the same again.  Even if I slogged my ass off at the gym for the next 12 months with a personal trainer, there are some things that have been stretched that cannot be unstretched (lol, actually probably quite a few things hahaha) and this is where Spandex is my friend :)

Recently I had to perform infront of a television camera crew while wearing a purple satin ballgown (more on this in coming weeks).  Now we all know that television adds like 10 kilos or something and let me just tell you that purple satin ballgowns add at least another 10 kilos.....but in my Spandex all-in-one sucker upperer, body slimming, fat trimming, flesh molding, boob holding wonder from Ricki-Lee Coulter's "Hold Me Tight" range (available at Big W nationally and from their online store) I felt fantastic!  

Okay, so if I'm ever in a situation where Hugh Grant whisks me off my feet for a night of seduction I will have to own up to my Spandex saviour, ala Bridget Jones and her granny knickers, but I think I'll take that calculated risk :)
5. Reading

I've just finished reading Evelyn Waugh's "Decline and Fall" for the second, or is it third, time.  I do so love reading Waugh and this is a light, amusing read.  Decline and Fall was Waugh's first novel, published in 1928.

I've been lucky to pick up quite a few of Waugh's books at the secondhand Book Fair held every Saturday in the atrium at Federation Square (near the NGV/BMW Edge).  Trawling around the Book Fair is my favourite way to spend a Saturday morning in the city.  

I'm desperately seeking the third book in Waugh's trilogy 'Sword of Arms' so if you see a copy of 'Unconditional Surrender' lying around, please let me know!

Next on my reading list is "The Book Thief" which was recommended to me by a friend in Glasgow (an English Lit professor who always recommends awesome books that I might not read otherwise).  The author, Markus Zusak, is a young Australian guy so I'm very keen to read it.

6. Weather

Its definitely getting warmer in Melbourne, in fact its been quite humid over the last couple of weeks.  A big storm rolled through last night and had my lights flickering but today is all blue skies and fluffy white clouds.

The other afternoon I sat outside on my front steps while the boys were playing outside and felt the sun on my back and I instantly felt like I was back in WA.  Oh how I have missed that warm feeling.  I can't wait for summer to get here and stick around for a while! 
7. Wanting

I really want to take the boys on a holiday - I'd love to do a campervan/motorhome type thing and drive up to Canberra and Sydney or maybe take the ferry over to Tasmania.  But Christmas is approaching and single mum budget restraints do not allow for $2,000 holidays.

So, I figure we will have to stick to camping this Christmas.  I am a little bit nervous about it - having never camped on my own with the kids - but then again, their dad was completely hopeless at setting up our tent and I would generally end up doing it on my own anyway while throwing daggers in his direction for his complete lack of tent-setting-up-ability.

Yep, I think I'm up to the single mum camping challenge :)

8. Feeling

I am feeling less weighed down these days although I still feel like I'm in limbo - not quite married and not quite single.   Its been nearly 3 months and I guess it will take a period of time for things to adjust, calm down and get back some level of equilibrium. It has been a bit of a struggle getting into a routine and sorting out who has the kids when and where but I think we have it sorted now.


As we are sharing custody I end up on my own a few nights a week and one day every weekend so I've been using that time to get out and about and keep busy instead of moping around missing the boys.   In between meeting up with the writers group, choir rehearsals and working on the book, I'm keeping myself pretty busy.  Keeping myself from feeling, anything.
9. Thinking


With all this time on my hands, I've been spending a lot of time thinking - 
  • are relationships fundamentally flawed, 
  • are people supposed to be monogamous, 
  • does compromising mean conceding, 
  • is following your heart to find happiness, at the expense of hurting others, ever okay, 
  • did Neitzsche have it right all along, 
  • should I get a cat, 
  • is it better to protect yourself from being hurt so it can never happen again or allow yourself to be vulnerable, 
  • is 'frisson' just a nicer way of explaining dopamine addiction, 
  • is independence another word for selfishness, 
  • is there any point in dating when you have 4 kids and are not interested in being in another relationship (and are a cynical bitch most of the time)
  • is sex with your ex really the VERY BAD idea that I think it is, etc. etc.
Each and any of these could be its own blog post :) So, if I run out of inspiration in the short term, expect to see a blog post titled 'Should I get a Cat vs. Old Cat Lady Syndrome'
10. Enjoying

I've been really enjoying writing again - especially on the book.  I've written more words towards the book in the last 6 weeks than I have in the last 18 months and it feels great.  Strange coincidence huh.

I've been carrying a notebook with me wherever I go and when ideas/character conversations are going through my head but I don't have time to write I quickly note them down so I don't forget.  The creative juices are really flowing at the moment and not just on the book but new story ideas and plots and themes are swirling around in my brain.  Its been a very long time since that happened.

Writing this blog has been a great help, as have the Write on Wednesday and 5 Sentence Fiction weekly writing challenges.  Probably the biggest motivation and inspiration though has been joining the Melbourne Writers Social Group.  The MWSG meets once a week and is a group of new, emerging, published and non-published writers based in Melbourne.  Over a few drinks we chat about books, reading, writing, plot, themes, scripts, motivation, achievements, goal setting, etc.  This is proper grown up conversation with grown up people and I love it!  Its a very informal setting and less structured than most of the literary 'critique' groups that exist in Melbourne.

You can find out more about the Melbourne Writers Social Group here -


Email: melbournewriters@gmail.com
Twitter: @MelbCityWriters

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Wordless Wednesday: 5 Steps to the Perfect Date





for Wordless Wednesday

All images from my Pinterest board "Just because you're beautiful"
apart from the one of George

Write on Wednesday: We are learning to make fire


I'm joining Ink, Paper, Pen for Write on Wednesdays!  

Write On Wednesdays Exercise 23 - Write the words of Margaret Atwood at the top of your page "We are learning to make fire". Set your timer to 5 minutes. Write the first words that come into your head after the prompt. Stop when the buzzer rings.



We are learning to make fire.  It is 117 days since we landed on Callista and our food supplements have run out. Smith caught one of the smaller possum things but none of us are hungry enough to eat it raw, well, not yet.  I ate some of the fruit that looks a bit like a mango for breakfast.  It tasted alright but made my lips go tingly.

The fire making has been harder than we thought it would be.  The air is thinner here than on earth and the fire sputters with a tiny flame because it needs more oxygen.  We are struggling too.  Everything we do takes longer than normal and requires more effort.  We are constantly panting for breath but Captain Denholm says we must conserve our oxygen packs until the shuttle arrives so we aren’t allowed to wear our helmets.

Smith overheard Captain Denholm and Lieutenant Hume talking last night and Base Command has told Captain Denholm that a rescue mission will take 280 days to prepare.  280 take 117 is 163.  163 more days on Callista.

Louisa has gone down to the river bed to bring back water.  I might go down and help her while Smith keeps on with the fire.  The last time I went down there she was washing and I could see everything through her t-shirt.  She crossed her arms real quick when she saw me there.  I think she feels funny being the only girl here.  Even Captain Denholm was trying to sweet talk her last night but I think she likes me the best because I’m the youngest and have the best abs.

I might take my pack down with me.  It will be a harder walk because I’ll be carrying more weight but I don’t trust Smith to not go through my pack.  I don’t know how his psych test went back at Base but he’s been acting pretty weird for the last couple of weeks.  Once he’s figured out how to keep this fire going I might get him to show me how to start it.  If the shit hits the fan with Smith I wanna be able to get a fire going at least.

Well, that’s it for now, gotta conserve the batteries in this if we’ve got another 163 days here.  If I get lucky with Louisa I’ll make another entry tomorrow, haha!  Over and out.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

PROM Movie Review and Giveaway!

Do you remember your high school prom?

I remember mine vividly....I was asked to our big high school dance by a boy who was 2 years older than me.  I couldn't believe it when he asked me - it was a big thing back then for a junior high girl to go with a senior high boy - and I had no idea he even knew I existed.  I felt like a queen!

Then, to add to the drama - and what Prom doesn't have its drama - my mother refused to let me go!  I was raised in a very strict religious family and school dances were a big no-no.  What to do???  So I did what any self respecting teenage girl with a mission on her mind does, I called my dad and asked to stay at his house for the weekend, haha!

My friend lent me a sky blue strapless dress - the first grown up dress I had ever worn - and my dad dropped me off at the local football club for the big night.  It was everything I thought it would be and I can still remember swaying on the dance floor with my date's arms around my waist (although for the life of me I can't remember what his last name was!) and then at the end of the night he bent down and kissed me *sigh*.  That was the one and only high school dance I ever went to but I will never forget it.

So, when Disney asked me to review their new movie "PROM", I could hardly wait!  I asked my teenage niece and nephew (aged 12 and 15) to watch the movie with me to get the real opinions of modern day teenagers (it being quite some time since I went to my prom!).

PROM is a family friendly story that captures all the anticipation, drama and fun of high school - especially in the lead up to Prom.
The story revolves around senior high school girl Nova Prescott (Aimee Teegarden) whose big dream of the perfect Prom seems to be falling in pieces around her.  To make matters worse, she gets stuck organising the Prom with the school's bad boy, Jesse Richter (who is played by the oh-my-goodness-so-good-looking Thomas McDonell).
But Nova's friends also have their dramas in the lead up to Prom and these stories are interwoven throughout the movie.  Steady relationships fail, new romances begin and nothing seems to be going as planned.

One of the most hilarious characters in the movie is that of Lloyd (played by Nicholas Braun) who is desperate to get a date for the Prom and comes up with some very inventive - but highly unsuccessful - ways to ask girls out.

You can watch clips from the movie and interviews with the cast about their real life PROM's right here.....


Soooooo, does Nova get the magic Prom night she's always dreamed of?  Does Lloyd end up with a date for the Prom?

Well you will just have to rush out and get the DVD to find out!

What was the verdict on the movie?

It was a lighthearted sweet movie aimed at the younger teen audience.  My 15 year old nephew thought the story line was a little predictable (what love story isn't!) but I notice he didn't drag himself away from the screen.  My 12 year old niece loved the film and spent the next two hours yabbering away about her dream Prom date and of course, her dream dress (although she still has a few years to think about that one).

My final thought on the movie.....the best bits were when Thomas McDonnel, playing Jesse, was on the screen.  Talk about a young Johnny Depp!  Mums, its worth watching the movie just for him :)

PROM is available on DVD from November 2nd as a 2 Disc Blu-Ray Value Pack (Blu-Ray plus DVD) for $49.95 or a 1 Disc DVD for $39.95.

The DVD includes bonus features such as a "Making Of Prom" featurette plus bloopers from the movie.  The 2 Disc Value Pack also includes an exclusive short - "Last Chance Lloyd" - which shows all the hilarious ways Lloyd asks girls to the Prom, plus 4 deleted scenes and 7 music videos which is great value.

But one lucky blog reader will have the chance to win a great PROM prize pack especially from Disney that includes -

  • The PROM 2 Disc Value Pack (Blu-Ray & DVD)
  • A PROM keychain
  • A PROM sticker set
  • A PROM notebook
  • and a PROM t-shirt

The PROM Prize Pack is valued at $97.95 and all you have to do to enter the competition is leave a comment about your magical or disastrous Prom night by midnight, Sunday November 20th.  The winner will be the entry that I think is the funniest, most romantic or most tragic Prom night ever!

Monday, November 7, 2011

5 Sentence Fiction: Bewitched

I'm joining 5 Sentence Fiction with Lillie McFerrin Writes today.

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the inspiration word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just take your inspiration from that word. 

This week’s inspiration word is: BEWITCHED


The first time he ever saw her was the day he started working for her father. 

He had ridden his bicycle to the back of the workshop and rounding the corner with little noise, came upon her pressed up against the wall with the butcher’s assistant, her skirt lifted and his hand between her legs.   She stared at him over the shoulder of her lover and gave him a smouldering look before pushing the butcher away and flouncing into the house. 

That had been the start of it.

He was captivated, horrified and ashamed, and felt his face go red whenever he thought of her, but not a minute of the day passed when she wasn’t on his mind.


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