It’s been a while since I last wrote on here, but that’s what this post is about. The reason for my absence is that I’ve been in Australia! As the end of my course approached I realised that I would soon have to face the ‘real world’ and find a job. So, to prolong the inevitable I decided I would take a gap-month. Thanks to my handy hording of magazines and information ‘that-could-possibly-be-useful-sometime-in-the-future’ I discovered a project in Queensland where I could look after wallabies.  So, thanks to my chilhood savings account, very sensibly started by my mother as soon as each of her children were born, I secured my place, searched out equipment and booked flights. The Creative Writing student would be travelling to the other side of the world to clean animal pens and feed foreign creatures.
Now, this blog is about writing, so I’ll get to that shortly. Australia has varied countryside, but my placement was in the bush. Electricity provided by large generators and the closest town had a total of four streets. I grew up visiting my grandmother in the Devon countryside, but this was truly rural. And, most importantly, technology-free. What could I do in my spare time? There was no Gossip Girl or One Tree Hill. No Facebook! I brought some books with me, but the past four years of my life have seen me read very few novels other than those prescribed by my course. Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) I found myself looking forward to the hot afternoons alone so I could continue reading my books. I even borrowed some books from the family and shot through those. I loved them so much I’m currently reading the third in the series, which was released while I was away, on my Kindle.
While I was reading my subconscious was working away and engaging in ‘creative mode’ once again. Ideas started forming and plots emerged. I began writing again. Not because I felt I had to, but because I wanted to. I found the ultimate removal of distractions let me start to think again. And I realised the reason I started writing in the first place. I want my writing touch people the way novels touch me. If I stop letting myself become involved in others’ work, I forget what it feels like. So now that I’m back I will try to turn off the TV once in a while, or unplug the internet. Or, like I’m doing right now, work on a library computer without my music, documents and personal distractions.
Until next time. G’day mate and goodbye xx
 I’m facing it now and, trust me, it’s not pretty.
 Gap-month, noun: similar to the gap-year taken by young people pre- or post-degree, but lasting, as the phrase suggests, for a month.
 I have several hoards of this nature: further education (if I ever become crazy enough to go back), career (mainly Cosmo cut outs for work wardrobes and very old writing competitions), life (recipes and wedding articles left over from 2010’s duties as maid of honour), and of course travel (both holiday destinations and studenty tours). The only problem is I always forget when I have information so inevitably end up Googling it anyway...
 To me, at least – the family that ran the project had internet for the office, TV and essential kitchen items e.g. microwave, but they were generally (apart from the microwave) personal items. Also, I had a Nokia 3310 to assure loved ones I was okay, but that practically counts as negative technology.
 If you’re interested, the series starts with Tiger’s Curse by Coleen Houck. Sequels are Tiger’s Quest and Tiger’s Voyage. The fourth in the series is yet to be released.