I was honored recently by Mimsie who tagged me to take part in this Blog Tour.
We introduce ourselves, answer some questions and tag three other bloggers to also take part.
I generally don't like talking too much about myself, so don't take part in these things as a rule, but here I am.
1. Introduce yourself
We can include photos if we wish, but I can't find the ones I am looking for.
I am a German born Australian, born in Hamburg in 1952, which makes me a Hamburger, although at very nearly 62, probably a stale Hamburger.
I know nothing of Germany, having arrived in Australia in 1953 and in all that time, I have never left.
I have been married and divorced twice with the first marriage gifting me with four wonderful children, two of whom have further gifted me with grandchildren.
My first husband was in the Army and we spent several years moving up and down the east coast of Australia, living in Brisbane, Sydney, Melbourne, Sydney again, then Melbourne again, before coming home to Adelaide.
Even as a child, we moved a lot, beginning in the Bonegilla Migrant Camp in Victoria, going to Melbourne, then Adelaide, then Port Pirie. In Port Pirie we lived in six different homes during the ten years I lived there. After Port Pirie, I moved to Murray Bridge where I met my husband-to-be. Now, in Adelaide, I have lived in ten different homes. I don't plan on moving ever again.
At some point before Adelaide, we briefly lived in Port Clinton, South Australia (I'm told I was three at the time)and from there on a clear day Port Wakefield on the other side of the gulf can be seen. I was convinced I was seeing the other side of the ocean, where Grandma lived (Germany) and one day when the tide was out I took my 18 month old brother by the hand and told him we would walk across the sand to see Grandma. I'm not sure how we were found, but we were rescued by Dad before the tide came in.
A few years later, in Adelaide now, it was my idea again to help my brother over the back fence and tell him we were going to help Mr ? paint his house. I'd seen the buckets of paint and watched him scrape and sand the boards, so I knew what was going on. I don't know how we got the paint open, but we did and we painted wherever we could reach.
The part I remember most from that day was the bath we had after being caught. There was a lot of kerosene involved to get the paint off our skin and out of our hair, then a bath, followed by another bath and being sent straight to bed.
Not too long after that we moved to Port Pirie where I was in trouble again.
All the little girls at school had a fringe in their hair (bangs) and I wanted one too.
Mum didn't like them and preferred my hair long enough to tie to the side with a bow.
I hated that bow, I always had and I still don't like them now.
So I cut my own fringe.
Made a right mess of it too, hacking crookedly and accidentally cutting too much side and back hair. Mum took me off to the hairdresser and I came out with hair short enough to be mistaken for a boy.
Well, at least I no longer had to wear the hated bow.
I learned what little I know about gardening from my Mum who always had a veggie patch wherever she lived and I remember planting carrot seeds that had been mixed with radish seeds. Mum explained the radishes would grow first and fast and when they were pulled out there would be enough room for the carrots to grow properly. I don't know what we did with all those radishes, I certainly never ate one.
Fast forward many years to 2008 when I bought my first laptop after my desk computer got completely fried by a virus.
One day, I read a small article in the Advertiser about "blogs", something I had never heard of before, and the addresses of several blogs were listed. I typed one in and discovered Kath who writes at Blurb From The Burbs. I was hooked. I LOVED Kath and met her in real life a year or so later, just before she moved away from Adelaide, going to Melbourne. She now lives and works in Geneva with her husband and daughter.
I eventually found my way to other blogs by clicking on the name of one of her commenters quite by accident and two years later, May 20th, 2010, I began Drifting Through Life. I'm still drifting....
Q. What am I working on?
A. Not a book, that's for sure. This blog tour is directed at writers, I can tell by the type of questions we have here. I do write, but not much, I'm a reader mostly.
So what am I working on?
Right now, I'm working on my garden. The small patch of community garden right beside my flat, which I have claimed for myself.
Q. How does my work differ from others in its genre?
A. My gardening doesn't differ at all from anyone else's I believe, we all rip out what we don't want and replace it with what we do want. So, same-same.
My writing, the little bit I do, probably differs because it isn't serious work, not a book I'm working towards finishing, not magazine or newspaper articles that have deadlines, it is small pieces written in answer to a word challenge every week, and always just off the top of my head, written quickly with no research whatsoever, apart from looking up some of the words in my Thesaurus to see how they can be used with a different meaning. I write down the words, let the subconscious percolate, then type out a story. Sometimes the subconscious isn't involved at all. I see the words and the story writes itself. It isn't work at all.
Q. Why do I write/create what I do?
A. Why? It's fun. I enjoy it. If I didn't, I wouldn't do it. And I like the reactions I get from commenters and from my neighbours about my garden-in-progress.
Q. How does my writing process work?
A. See that long passage just up there? That's it, that's how my writing process works.
Now I'm supposed to tag three other bloggers.
This is the hardest part. Who to choose that hasn't already done this?
I'm not going to choose.
I will leave this up to you, dear readers.
If you would like to be part of this Blog Tour, please feel free to take this and pass it on.
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