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The New Year underway…

Well and truly underway, it is already almost mid January…yikes!

So some good news…I bought a second hand desktop so writing now is going to be easier.

I have finished re-editing ‘Sinbad’ since the Appraisal…am still looking from an indigenous reader from the Gympie area to do a read through and critique of the second half. If you know of anyone you think would be interested in being a beta-reader for me please let me know. I have changed a good deal or rather added further dimension to the first half of the book. I feel it is much better for it. Oh and I changed the title to ‘Sinbad’s Voyage to Da Nan Di (The Great South Land). It has been suggested that I get rid of the bracketed translation and just stick with the Chinese – Da Nan Di. What do you think?

I have added couple of new sub-pages to my alter-ego Percy Rose’s Page which contain some extracts. If you like Crime/Murder/Psychology check them out. Just remember, this is very adult content and if you don’t like the seamy side of life don’t go there.

I am now going to concentrate on collating my short stories and flash fiction anthology. I’ve forgotten everything on how to format for the various ebooks etc so it will be a long process again…sigh.

I hope your New Year is off to a great start…if not, just keep trying until it works for you.

Ciao for now, Rosa



Art Uncategorized Writing

1st January 2018

1st January 2018


The blood-warm waters embrace me

Supporting my silent intentions

As Luna sails billowing ripples

Across a sea of ink seen in glimpses

Between wispy sighs and deeper, darker groans

Oaths that this year will be better and wetter

Than the last just past midnight.


Surrounded, floating in an artificial world

Under the brilliant glow of the Goddess’s pale gaze

2017 flickers across my mind’s screen

like failing black and white celluloid

already disintegrating before it can be archived

shoved by the brash New Year into the background

hum of decades of other stories


Full of bravado, difficulties and broken pledges

Of passionate avowals that, ‘This will be the Year.’

Of crumpled promissory notes to self

Torn from the pages of my life’s novel

Individual misremembered memoir


The trajectory of my quest –

Nirvana’s path

Not a smooth curve of learning…rather

A lumpy, bumpy graph of false starts

Dead ends and a pilgrim’s slow progress


A struggle up mountainous slopes

Of self-imposed complicated obstacles

The range looming, challenging

choices yet before me

doubt and apprehension twin companions.


I’ve turned back to view heavenly peaks

Of small successes but already

the mist of self-congratulatory forgetfulness

hides lows and highs alike but

I still feel the euphoria induced by

A combination of straining against the odds

And the oxygen deprivation of

Imagined ascendancy pulled from thin air.


I’ve already achieved so much

Succeeded despite boulders of bad choices

Ignorance stemming from an inadequate education

That I thought finished when

I left school, left home, graduated

An adult fool


Yea though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death

I fear there is still evil or animal in me

Or sitting on my shoulder hissing vitriol

against my stalwart self-consciousness

My decision to continue to strive for a better me

Without which there will be no better world.


Soaking in the half-light of self-affirmation

Filled with the heady wine of self-applause

I face forward with a vow…

‘I can do this – I just have to believe in me.’