RWA Little Gems—Onyx

About 7 months ago I entered Little Gems, Romance Writers Australia’s annual contest for sweet romance short stories, and my historical romance short, What Mari Found, placed second. The prize included publication in the annual RWA Little Gems anthology, along with 13 other talented writers. Today is release day 🙂

I’d intended to write some kind of meaty blog post about the experience of writing to the constraints of the Little Gems contest, and of subsequently being published in the anthology, but here we are on 12 August and…nada. Maybe I’ll still get around to it. I think it’s worth writing about.

For now, happy release day to everyone with a story in the anthology— Heidi Catherine, Courtney Clark Michaels, Frances Dall’Alba , Imelda Evans, Fiona Greene, Jillian Jones, Jeff Kenneally, Caitlyn Lynch, Fiona Marsden, Jane Newton, Rosemary Pearse, and Stella Quinn.

Also—thank you to Romance Writers Australia for providing such a great opportunity. to get romance shorts stories out into the wild.

If you’re interested in an anthology of sweet romance shorts by Aussie writers, here’s a few places you can buy ebook copies of Onyx: RWA Little Gems:

Amazon USA
Amazon Australia

Reading Challenge 2017


One of my favourites author newsletters is Roni Loren’s Fearless Romance. Along with all the usual author newsletter stuff, Roni reviews task management and planning stationery (journals, planners, stickers, highlighters…) and writes lists, and does planning challenges.

Totally sucks me in.

One of Roni’s planning actives is, naturally, an annual reading challenge. For the last couple of years she’s done a Push Your Boundaries Reading Challenge, complete with a customisable template for anyone who wants to play along. This year she’s shifted to a Read and Watch Monthly Theme-Word Challenge.

In one of those crazy, impetuous New-Years-Day moments, I’ve decided that this is the year I’ll commit to a reading challenge. And just to be contrary, I’m going with a slight variant on Ronis’ Push Your Boundaries Reading Challenge. The image above is of Roni’s template, adapted to include a mini diversity challenge, and completed with my preferences. The challenge is to read at least one book in each category (recording titles in the appropriate box). For my challenge, each book needs to be a first-time read to qualify.

I’m off to my TBR pile as soon as I post this, to queue up my first few challenge reads!

How about you—have you ever taken on a reading challenge? Which do you prefer—the idea of the Push Your Boundaries Reading Challenge, or the idea of the Read & Watch Monthly Theme-Word Challenge?





Speed Reading with Spritz

Sunset over the sea

A few weeks ago My Honey asked me what I thought of Spritz, a speed reading technology that’s currently used in about a dozen different apps across various platforms. Resisting the impulse to scoff, I managed to say, quite neutrally, “Why, I know nothing about Spritz. I’ll take a look at it, and let you know.”**

Appropriately, the Spritz website uses Spritz technology to introduce itself, doling out words, one at a time, at speeds from 100wpm upwards. At 100wpm, words plod past with sloth-like deliberation. At 700wpm, they buzzzzzzzzz. At 250wpm, Spritz flashes robotically, “Instead of you constantly moving your eyes to grasp the words, now they are streamed to you. Just keep your eyes on the red character and relax.”

Relax. Relax! Ree-laaaaaax…

There are many things I find relaxing. Indulging my predilection for long, hot baths immediately springs to mind, as does sitting on a tropical beach watching the sunset. (It’s really, really cold here in Melbourne at the moment!) Reading is also high on my list of relaxing-things-to-do, particularly around bedtime. Escapist fiction, engrossing non-fiction, eloquent writing of any kind that invites contemplation—all of it prompts me to slow down and sink into the text. In this context, a technology like Spritz has no place. As Bob Boffard wrote in the Guardian,“reading a novel on Spritz is like riding a unicycle from Shepherd’s Bush to Brick Lane. You can do it, but there are far more pleasant and logical ways to get there”.

To be fair, evangelical speed reading enthusiasts tend not to focus on revelling in witty dialogue, decoding textual subtitles, or giving free rein to imagination, but rather on cramming in ‘more’ for work and/or study, because…well, I’m not exactly sure why. Even the most prosaic, fact-oriented non-fiction relies on varying weightings of words to convey meaning, something that Spritz’s hyper-controlled, parsimonious revelation of text makes no allowance for. And of course if information is genuinely valuable, you need time to absorb and synthesise it. Having taken pains during my work life to render user documentation, business cases, forms, requirements—the whole business shebang—into simple language that promotes comprehension, I feel this quite keenly.

In his 2014 article, The Truth About Speed Reading,  Thorin Klosowski concluded, “Speed reading anything you need to truly comprehend is probably a bad idea. However, if you have a few documents you need to get through, or you’re reading something that isn’t that important, these methods can still be worthwhile.” It’s a generous, yet suspect concession. If I don’t need to comprehend something, why do I need to ‘get through it’?  And to be honest, I already read more fluff-text than is good for me. It tumble-weeds around my brain, clogging my intellect and my creativity, making me sluggish. I suspect I’m not alone in this.

It’s possible that technologies like Spritz will evolve over time, adapting to the demands of genuine language comprehension. That would be an interesting development. It’s also possible that they’ll precipitate a new media era, in which savvy marketers will write to the limitations of the technology. Yikes.

Which scenario is more likely?

When My Honey originally asked me about Spritz, he was coming to the end of reading Moby Dick. He’d been wading through it for months, periodically telling me how it needed a good, hard edit. With ten pages to go, he did his own Spritz experiment, in the interest, he insisted, of ending the torture. Turns out Spritzing Moby Dick was even more torturous than reading it the usual way. So My-sensible-Honey ditched the technology, and re-read those last ten pages the way Melville no doubt intended.

My Honey’s verdict? In the end, it was all worthwhile.


** It’ entirely possible that I’ve misrepresented the maturity of my initial response to My Honey’s question about Spritz. Point is I overcame my propensity to automatically dismiss speed-reading, and actually took the time to give Spritz a go.

Cal Newport’s Deep Work

Rain on High Street

I felt it this morning—the old year dying, making way for the new. At 7am in Melbourne it was dark, and cold, and wet. If it weren’t for my commitments to others I could have easily spent the day in bed. (Staring out the window and dozing. Reading comfort fiction and dozing some more…) Instead here I am, halfway through a moderately productive Solstice eve, sitting down to acknowledge where I’ve been over the past 12 months, and to envision where I’m going.

My thoughts this day are framed by Cal Newport’s Deep Work: Rules for Focussed Success in a Distracted World. I’m halfway through the book, and feeling inspired by the obvious love Newport has for the matter of concentration of attention as a practice for living. Deep Work is articulate, and meticulously structured, and it rings true to my 20 years experience in knowledge work that included roles both as ‘thinker’ and ‘manager’. It also speaks to my experiences as a craftsperson and as a long time practitioner in a meditation tradition that upholds the value of periodic silent retreat.

After years of wallowing in the distractions of early parenting—feeling like a milquetoast intellectual—Deep Work is just what I need. It reminds me, most eloquently, that concentration is a muscle. Flabby concentration isn’t good for much, but it can be trained. The trick is to come up with the right training plan, and to stick to it.

I’ve read Amazon reviews of Deep Work that claim Newport spends too much time faffing around with theory and anecdotes, and that he fails to come up with a quick and dirty cheatsheet for how to be successful. These reviewers have missed the point. There is no way to cheat on this. Newport’s message is uncompromising. It’s also the message I need right now.

Happy Solstice everyone. May your coming year be filled with intelligent perseverance, and with the satisfactions of work well done.

The Feminine Equivalent of Avuncular

OED definition of avuncular

Over the past six weeks I’ve taken on the challenge to write a blog post each week that incorporates Valerie Khoo’s ‘Word of the Week’ from the podcast So You Want to Be A Writer. It’s been a great way to start exploring my inner blogger, and so far I’ve striven to incorporate the word as unobtrusively as possible. This week however, I’ve been unable to move past my fixation with the gender bias inherent in Valerie’s chosen word. So here we go—some thoughts about the word avuncular.

Disclaimer—I’m not a linguist or lexicographer, and my formal study of culture theory has been at the glossing-over end of the spectrum. Still, as a woman who loves words, has worked in male dominated industries, and has come across her fair share of kindly-meant misogynistic attitude, I’m a staunch advocate of exploring what gendered words reveal about society’s values and preoccupations, and identifying opportunities to ‘take the dic out of dictionary’.

The Shorter Oxford English Dictionary definition of avuncular is “maternal uncle…Of, pertaining to, or resembling an uncle”. Furthermore, avunculate is an anthropological term used to describe “the special relationship in some societies between a maternal uncle and his sister’s son.” So far, so good. I can see how the concept of avunculate might have value. Growing up I watched my testosterone driven brother struggle with being the only male in an all-female, single-parent household. If my mother had had a brother (she doesn’t) who was a good bloke, a bit of avuncular role modelling could have saved us all many tears.

So what happens when the genders in this scenario are reversed? A father—a single parent—has a tribe of sons and a sole daughter who is struggling with what it means to be female. Luckily the father also has a sister who strikes up a nurturing, mentoring relationship relationship with the daughter. How would we describe this relationship?

Er … *opens browser – googles ‘feminine equivalent of avuncular’*

OED definition of materteral

Turns out that the feminine equivalent of avuncular is materteral**—a word so rarely used that it doesn’t even make it into the Shorter OED (I checked). The definition above is from the OED Online.***

So why has avuncular stuck over time, and materteral never got off the ground apart from that brief spate of ‘humorous’ references quoted in the OED? One reason might be that materteral doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. Avuncular is way easier to say. Although it does sound an awful lot like unctuous. (I’ll come back to that…) And then of course there’s the patriarchy.

The Encyclopaedia Brittanica tells me that avunculate, as a relationship, is typically meaningful in matrilineal societies, where descent is traced through the female line—blood taking care of those who have proven blood ties. It’s potentially a very woman-centric thing, maybe even a nurturing thing, and it has overtones of initiating the next generation into adult responsibilities. That’s not our society, though. Our mainstream society is predominately patrilineal, has scant frame of reference for non-commercial nurturing relationships beyond the nuclear family, and is suspicious of talk of initiation. In a way it’s a wonder that avuncular hasn’t been chucked out with materteral.

Yet avuncular is alive, if not exactly kicking. For me it conjures up the smell of wool cardigan impregnated with stale camphor, a complexion challenged by age and a fondness for cheap whisky, a comfy recliner seat covered in faux leather, a predilection for reciting Rudyard Kipling poems—and a tendency to call girls and young women ‘chicky’.

Yep, that’s unctuous.

But hang on. Didn’t Valerie explicitly say of avuncular“Please note it’s not some kind of ‘creepy uncle’ reference.” That’s an interesting qualification. It acknowledges that the word ‘uncle’ isn’t always thought of in a positive way. This hasn’t always been the case. When I was a child in country Victoria in the late 60s and 70s, every close family friend who was male had his first name prefaced by ‘Uncle’ (likewise, every close female family friend was ‘Aunty’). Uncle was a trusting honorific. Since then, things have changed. Abuses have been exposed, societal innocence lost. In the words of my partner, we now have a “deep seated, almost hysterical distrust of male nurturing relationships”.

A few years ago Magda Knight of Mookychick wrote briefly about avuncular, posing the question, “How, then, may we traditionally refer to the stalwart women who want to revolutionise the minds of their nieces and nephews then retreat to the safety of gin-sozzled strip-rummy in Monaco?”  She proffered two choices—we (women) either “make materteral a thing”, or we “claim avuncular”. The post was tongue-in-cheek, and I’m pretty sure we aren’t expected us to take these options seriously. Materteral is an absurd word with no weight, and avuncular carries baggage that few women would yearn to lay claim to. And possibly—just possibly—avuncular is already heading the same direction as materteral in terms of frequency of use. If that happens, what will be the loss?

To me, the main value in the various meanings attributed to avuncular is the notion of kindly, generous support offered to those who are younger or less experienced. In the workplace, or in the learning of any skill or discipline, a good word for a person who offers this is mentor. Mentor is gender neutral and it’s a word we already use. In flavour it’s less nurturing than avuncular, but I suspect that has more to do with our lack of sophistication when considering the possibilities of mentorship than with the actual word.

Things become more difficult however when looking at those people, other than parents, who form part of that village that raises a child. How do we describe these people’s relationship with our children? Do we need to? I’m not sure what I think about this. It’s something I’d like to mull over some more.

Finally, having spent all this time musing about avuncular, I have one last thing to offer—if you’d like to take a stab at pronouncing materteral, here’s a short youtube clip that shows you how.

Thanks to Valerie for this week’s word. I’ve enjoyed writing about it.


**Two other possibilities are materterine and auntly

***I can access the OED online for free using my State Library of Victoria membership. Hooray! Support public libraries!!!

Keeping on Top of SAD

Guinea Pig - Seasonal Affective Disorder

It’s been getting cold in Melbourne. Cold and dark. It’s that time of year when I get every single virus that’s up for grabs, and my body starts insisting that it’s time to go into hibernation. Yes, Seasonal Affective Disorder and I have kept company for many years now.

I know—thanks to the battery of blood tests I was run through almost eight years ago when pregnant—that part of this impulse to climb into bed and stay there until September comes down to vitamin D deficiency. If I can remember (and motivate) myself to take my vitamin D supplement, things seem brighter. But even with the supplements, I still need more sleep during winter.

It’s always tempting to pretend this isn’t the case, particularly as a parent of a young child, because surely, if I take away an extra hour each day, less stuff will get done…  But of course it’s not just about the number of hours in the day, it’s also about how you use them. When I deny myself that extra sleep, I stultify my creativity (not to mention my already challenged sense of  house-wifely duty…) and the day mooches past in a grey haze.

The Guinea Pigs have the right idea. With the shorter, colder days, they’ve been sleeping much more than usual, but when they’re awake, they eat and they popcorn** as though possessed. Wise little animals.

Inspired by the Pigs, I’ve just put two recurrent reminders in my phone:

  • 7:30am, take vitamin D
  • 8:30pm, get ready for bed

Looking forward to perking up!

**Popcorning describes the series of  of vertical-jumps-with-a-twist that Guinea Pigs break into when they’re feeling good. Pop, pop, poppity-pop!