Ava Redman

So...uni is about to begin... Heaps of work is mounting up and not in a I-let-it-all-get-away-from-me kind of way but seriously there is a lot of reading required and media research to do before hand. Wow did I bite off a lot but the thrill of it...well, I am embracing the stress this time, letting it mold me. Mmmm....I will try to post something, at least as a personal feat to beat the odds of well Me. Currently reading or at least trying to Personal interest books Hush, hush by Becca Fitzpatrick  I read her stand alone Black Ice and I'd always wanted to read this series though my library notoriously only houses series books without their first parts (what a pain!). I'm reading it online via my laptop, at least it's not all work on that screen then. So far...I'm still reading but I guess I should read it when Fallen Angels were the rave, when it actually came out because I kinda feel like I know what's coming because of having to wait so long to rea...

Life has certainly been busy for the most part.  And what do you do when life is busy?  Well...in most cases I responded dramatically by accepting that overwhelment (I know that's not a word) and letting it snowball my way to stress.  There are few ways to get out of a snowball...once it's on its way downhill you have only to hope you don't hit something big-like say a break-up or taking it out on your loved ones. Out with the New, In with the Old I recently moved out of my apartment, with baby n husband under both arms into another place...let me set the scene of our previous place, a small one bedder made beautiful by its massive windows and light, the sunset really hit our place good and our window view was just trees as we right in the canape . I should say that it was a small one bedder with an old kitchen and bathroom but sleek modern tiles throughout and mirrored wardrobes (I'm not the real estate agent by the way). Our new place is in Glebe, Sydney...

I didn't set out with a mission statement but I don't know what kind of blog I want to write except that I want it to be about all of me, not just my writing side or my fitness side or my baby. Everything...in the long run I'd like to see what kind of blog I can produce with an everyday blog, not a specialized blog.

A writer, even an unpublished one such as me never rests on the job.             Eventually everything piles up and tries to overwhelm you into an early grave. There’s the move, the childcare, the finishing of said manuscript to send off to agents and a competition. There’s the uni start a few weeks from now and that they won’t publish the timetables until the week before meaning that I have limited time to organise childcare. Then there’s Lucas who takes all of this and more because he essentially is the backbone of organising the moving, the insurance, the rent, the bonds, the boxes and taking the baby to childcare adding on another three hours of travel a day.             For the most part my job is to motivate and encourage all the efforts he makes as stuff gets done and as I try to lighten the load. Not having a job right now, at least a paying job right now truly su...

This is not the first time I've set out to write my blog... A blog. As a first post, they are often inflated dreams and ambitious desires and the world sits back looks at your post and lets out a gutsy breath of air. 'Not another one of those,' you might say. So I will keep it short with the complete knowledge that a first post is more for myself than anyone else and really, really, that's what writing should be about. We write for ourselves and if we are lucky enough to get paid for it then hey! It is five am here, Australasian Eastern time and I got kicked out of the bed by my nine month old baby who happened to throw up in it and on me. I laid down a towel over the spew and tried to go back to sleep, as many of you would have at 4 in the morning bu the leftovers from my cold came back to haunt me and my mind awoke with the words 'You could be writing.' 'Don't waste this time while the world sleeps, while you're husband and your baby lay passed o...