Writing Art Recommended


I hope your New Year has started well.

Unfortunately, my 2021 did not end so well as there was a death in the family, which is why I have been absent all this long time

Now, however, it is time to get on with my writing. There is news on several fronts

. I will write of those at length soon. First I have to sort out things on my desk and in my brain. Too many projects! I know I shouldn’t spread myself so thin, but I can’t help myself…in truth, I don’t want to help myself. I enjoy the challenges of all the different genre I write in. You wouldn’t want me to get stale would you?

I have decided to start yet another blog as Rosie O’Grady for my Children’s writing. I have a seried sll set to go, but am not terribly happy with how it looks as an ebook. Do I need to put it out as an ebook? Hmmmm…a question for the KidsLit Group I belong to.

Percy Rose will be in touch soon about Book 3, and the Prequel, of the Beaufort’s Landing Series. Also, the release of Ruth In Pieces.

I have managed to do a couple of paintings, which I think I will enter into The Percivals, so I won’t show you yet, until it’s decided if they are going to be accepted.

Recommended reading : Vale — Dale Furse

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Hard at Work

Hi there, I have made it with in a month. Not too bad considering how busy life is at the moment. I have told you Light in Dark my latest collection of poems is available from Amazon Australia. When I ordered authors copies they arrived in good time, but there was a small problem with the cover. There was quite a few emails back and forth. I was reimbursed for the return of the copies, and ordered new copies which arrived forthwith and were correct. So, now you can safely order your paperback copies from there.

I’ve also re-edited Australia…my Heart and Purple Pages and they will be arriving any time now. Thank goodness, because I will have a table with my books for sale at our local Art Exhibition by invitation of the A@RT members. I should say here that I am one of the organisers of this group, but I had no idea they were going to offer me this opportunity. I am very grateful for it.

This will be our 3rd Annual Art Exhibition and we fully expect it to be just as successful as the past two. (Covid restrictions allowing). It is always a great night engendering warm community feeling. I am charge of designing advertising and catalogues. If you are in Townsville area come up and join us. Opening night is Friday 15th October and because the hall is used all week, we are only open for the weekend 16th and 17th October.

On top of all of that I am working on a project, which I will soon uncover but I’m a bit excited about it. Watch this space!

Just before I sign off…some art news, apart from the above.

Some of you will already be aware of this so you can stop reading now. First I have sold a small piece, Blue Wren in Bouganvillea, from West End Tea House and Gallery Townsville. Second, I have a painting, Cocky Miranda, on display in Tyto Gallery’s Birdlife Comp/Exhibition, which is open all this month. Some of the work is truly stunning. You should go and check it out.

Well, I think that is about all for this month. I’ll let you know how our Exhibition goes. Ciao for now,

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Proofing some Poetry

Pround Mama of these 3.

So, I haven’t been doing nothing. Just received these — Light in Dark is my latest poetry book, and the first in around 10 years. It is full of all sorts of reflections on life – I think I need to say, all written before Covid.

Purple pages is a mixture of lusty romance poetry and the problems that ‘love’ can cause. It’s a little bit naughty, a little bit angsty, a little bit difficult sometimes. Not for children.

Australia…my Heart has also been available as an ebook on Smashwords for some time. It was the first book I had printed (paperback). It is my most popular book to date. It is mostly work from when I toured the heart of this great country, along with some other nature based ones.

Both of these, I’ve rejigged for print, but I haven’t altered or edited the text, just the formatting, because they are a product of the times in which they were written, ie about 15 years ago. Yikes! Really!

They will be ready for sale from shortly; as soon as one small glitch with the printing thereof is ironed out.

Artwise, I’m working on a piece for entry into the Tyto Bird painting comp. It is great fun to do this one. You’ll see why when I finish it and put it up for general viewing.

Also, we are gearing up for our A@RT Exhibition, so lots of ads invites catalogues etc to attend to, which I’d better get back to.

Ciao for now,

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Busy…and some art

Hi, this is a scheduled one again just so I have time to recover from my trip and my friends party…

I have been busy and have sent off for some print proofs. One of my new poetry collection, Light in Dark; a new edition for Australia…my Heart and Purple Pages. both of the latter are poetry collections as well. I had to do a new edition of Australia as I couldn’t upload the old one because…formatting with illlustrations. Purple Pages is a small collection of poems on life, love and in all its despair, torment, joy and sensuousness. All are already available as Ebooks, HERE.

I’m pretty much over doing this for the moment… so here are a couple of my latest paintings.

I’ll say ciao for now,


More on Kids Lit…

I’ve done the covers for all 6 of the children’s Uh Oh Series and written all six manuscripts and done their weird little illustrations. The age target is 5 – 9 year olds, though I’ve had good feed-back from 10 years. Some people like my stick figures and some hate them. Luckily the likes are mostly kids, so that gives me hope.

Don’t worry that dark bit at the bottom is not on the actual illus.

I’ve been trying to sort how to format this type of thing on Vellum. I’m finding, however, that it does not give me the flexibility to do exactly what I want (this goes for the poetry too) e.g. I want the page breaks where I want them. I want the lines to stay indented and/or placed where I decide. I would like to be able to change the fonts as and when I like. However, I realise there are limits and I truly am grateful Vellum for all you do, because you do make formatting the novels very easy.

Is anyone else out there using Vellum and having similar difficulties? How’s it going for you? Do you have a program where this is easy to do?

I have spent hours in front of the computer trying to force the program to bend where I know it cannot. Consequently, I haven’t done much writing though I did enter a poetry contest and a short story competition…Yes, I know I said I wasn’t going to do so any more, but I can’t help myself sometimes.

Look after yourselves, stay Covid aware.

Ciao for now, Rosa.

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Okay, okay…

Yes, I know its been a month but…

This fabulous art work is from my artist friend Lynn Scott-Cumming. She works from home and at Umbrella studios in Townsville, where she recently held an exhibitionMoom Phase: chasing trancendence’, of her moon prints, of which this is one.

I’ve been busy, but unfortunately not writing anything new. I have however edited and done the cover for my new poetry collection and it is live as an ebook as we speak. I have ordered the proof and admit I’m a bit excited about this one. Is it terribly ‘up myself’ to say I quite like these poems? I meditate through the muse about this crazy world we live in and our place in it. Light and dark in equal measure. Even though some of them are pretty tough to read, to make up for that others are full of love of nature and some are mildly amusing.

I’ve also been working on a print version of my errrr…naughty poems. This small collection of poetry written sometime ago is already available as an ebook. Though not biographical the poems do echo some of my younger angst. Some of them are a bit tough as well, but that, however, is made up for by ‘oh la la’…lol. Send or read them to your lover…

Why oh why will this image not allow me to link on it? It only has a link to media file. The other one worked fine…sigh!

As always, let me know what you think. Ciao for now, Rosa.

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Writing for Children

What are you working on at the moment?

I’m a bit obsessed with my new children’s series ATM. I’m writing under the alias Rosie O’Grady…just to keep them distinct from my other writing.

I am going to have a page for Rosie on this site Per Rose Oddly, or do you think I should have an entirely new blog for her as well as Percy? What do you do?

My first book, Uh Oh! Nana Rose, is one of a set of five in The Uh Oh Series – for 5 – 9 y.o.

Guess what it’s about…

It is certainly different than writing for adults, quite a challenge. I probably should not spread myself so thin, but once an idea takes hold I follow it until I complete it or get bored and move onto the next shiny thing. Sigh!

My beta readers seem to like it, as do their children and grand children. “You have a winner!”… “I read your story to my grandchildren. They absolutely loved it…They want to know more…”

I’ve already designed the covers. and most of the five are done so will be publishing soon…ish.I am not a good illustrator so decided to do the illustrations as though I’m a kid, you know – stick figures.

Like this…

I think it’s a good idea and some other children’s writers do as well, but I’ve also had some negative feedback. However, I’m a stubborn ass, and will stick to my guns… for now.

If you are interested in trying your hand at writing for children, may I suggest you look up Matt B. Lewis, and do his courses here and here. He has been writing and illustrating for years. You’re sure to love his work as much as I do.

Do you write in other genre? Which ones?

Ciao for now…

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Poetry on my mind

As mentioned a couple of posts ago, I haven’t written much poetry lately, but I have now penned one poem and one piece of poetical prose, so I’m feeling better about that. I feel I need a long week-end or even a week’s masterclass in poetry to get me back into the groove.

I have, however, been collating my work of the past 10 years or so. There are, in fact, quite a few so I am going to publish them. Why not, right?

My big problem is that there is no theme to them, or enough of them in one theme to create a book subject. There are my usual nature poems, along side darker themes, and some political comment and protest. Many of them make reference to the moon or Luna, as I like to call her. Looking at them I thought; There are some light ones, some very dark ones, some light with a little dark, some dark with a little light of hope.

Therefore, I decided on ‘Light & Dark’ as a working title. What do you think? or maybe just, ‘Phases’.

For the cover, my friend and artist, Lynn Scott-Cummins, who works out of Umbrella Studios Townsville, is kindly going to allow me to use one of her art prints from her mosr recent exhibition, ‘Moon Phase: Chasing Trancendence.’ I am very excited and thankful, Lynn.

I’d show you the cover, but I haven’t done it yet.

What’s that? You’d like a sample…Oh, all right if you insist…

My wand dabbles in a puddle
soaks up the magic
cuts a swathe through 
sky space
liquid colour seeps 
into damp blankness
fades to nothing at the horizon
a ceiling emerges 
in the aether
not the endless high I long for
my brush is too clumsy to 
capture atmospheric freedom
so my soul can enter the picture
where hidden worlds orbit 
beyond sight
still present. 
Caught in the ecstasy
of creation
the Golden Rule
divide and conquer
texture heft contrast
dip and splash
in primordial soup
a sweeping stroke
defining shadow
a burst of light
cloud mountain tree
appear by sleight of hand
a charlatan's trick
unworthy Maestro.
I falter vision dimmed
finished, emptied.
expression misses perfection
tossed aside it joins others
spinning in the void.

I stare into my palette
pick up my wand…                

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In My Head

Hi all, I don’t have too much time as I gear up to my first gig at giving a workshop. I’m getting a bit nervous…Lord, I hope I don’t bore everyone …no, no, no….I’ll be fine…Won’t it?…sure it will…no worries…right?

Ha! In a week’s time it will all be over and I can find something else to obsess about. What? You don’t know about the workshop thingy? Well, let me tell you..Nah! Just read the flyer below…

Beautiful Balgal Beach has plenty of camping/caravan sites. Come and make a week-end of it. You’ll fall in love with it.

On the writing front, I am slowly getting back into things, but right now I have to leave

P.S. Here is something a little strange that came to me last week. ENJOY!


It’s 3 a.m. and there is a bored meeting going on in my head. All the big-wigs are there, the minor feelings and senses will follow their leaders without thought or hesitation. Even if they have to be pushed into it a little, they will obey because that is their nature.

The Nerves are here tuning up under the pessimistic baton of Anxiety, who has obviously been drinking the heady nectar of Worry-wort. She has The Nerves singing in discordant rounds of where, when, why and what ifs.

Let’s see. There’s the CEOs of the Office of Emotions, Happiness and Anger; arguing as usual; Happy is annoying Anger by singing and laughing at the slightest provocation. I’m with Anger, Happy can be sooooo aggravating, but there’s no need for Anger to indulge in all that shouting and hyperbole. She’s being downright rude. We all tell her to pull her head in. Now she sits slumped in her chair, staring at the desk, arms crossed over her chest, ignoring everyone, refusing to speak even when spoken to.

The Department of Commonsense has sent along Strength, Perseverance and Endurance, who support each other through the toughest of times. They have no problem with each other, except that Strength can’t understand why the other two need propping up all the time. She can be a terrific bully if not held in check. Endurance is going on and on about her trials and tribulations. Perseverance doesn’t say much, just nods until she’s dizzy, falls off her chair, picks herself up and carries on as though nothing happened. She’s a bit weird like that.

The Bureau of Neatness and Order is here, holding hands as always. They are Siamese twins. Order tries to ensure we are all in the correct place and take our turns in giving our opinions. Neatness follows behind straightening the pads and pencils obsessively. She wipes up spills over and over, and frankly, gets in the way of our business.

The triplets Confusion, Disinterest and Inattention, are flicking spit-balls and tossing paper planes at everyone else. They keep getting out of place and mucking up all the hard work of the others, while their big brother, Chaos, rubs his hands and laughs at their antics.

The noise level in here is awful. Everyone wants their opinion to hold sway, but I can’t sort one out from the others. I do wish Confusion would shut the hell up. I’m getting a headache.

Oh dear, that’s animated Anger again. She is trying to shove Happiness out, but instead has opened the door to Sadness, who’s moaning and wailing, drowning in very real and sometimes imagined lakes of despair. She over-rides all other voices for a moment, but Strength, Endurance and Perseverance have taken her in hand and led her to her chair. Her noise abates, with only the occasional hiccup and wiping of a tear to let me know she’s not too far away.

Anger raps the table loudly, and into the following stillness says, ‘I’m sorry…

Uh oh, ‘schlop!’ a spit-ball stings Anger’s cheek and a paper plane lodges in her wild and woolly hair. She loses it; grabs daydreaming Disinterest, pinning her to the wall. Confusion washes over them both and Inattention leaps into the fray pointing to Sadness who is ramping up to a howl, again.

Happiness has gone AWOL.

Anger shakes off her assailants and lashes out at anyone and everyone. She takes a memory off the wall and bashes them with it until the original, true picture is unrecognisable, just another weapon in Anger’s armoury. Meanwhile, Pandemonium rushes in and eggs them all on. The noise level rises.

My head is going to explode. Strength, Perseverance and Endurance stand back against the wall, trying to keep out of the way and stop Sadness from taking over the podium. Papers, abuse and fists are flying. Water-colour memories, already faded and misty with time, are irreparably damaged. Strength wants to bash heir heads together, but Endurance and Perseverance convince her to stay strong.

Chaos has torn up today’s agenda, and throws the pieces into the air like confetti. The Nerves are strung out, plucking at the high, sharp notes. Anxiety winds them up to fever pitch, making every breath an effort, every muscle quivers.

Self-doubt is standing in the corner, where she has been hiding in plain-sight the whole time. She’s staring out at the madness from her self-imposed gloom with large fear-filled eyes. She’s being poked and prodded by Anger and Confusion. She sends out a warning tremor quickly followed by a tsunami of negativity.

Hurt creeps in and hugs both her and Sadness, assuring them they have every reason for their over-the-top reactions. Hurt settles but continues to tremble in an ague affecting the whole body.

Despite the cacophony in my head, my ears pick up an early morning trill. I open my windows to see a small light touching the horizon of a new day, slowly easing out darkness.

Calmness floats in on the slow sunrise. She hugs Anxiety, eases the baton from her tight-clenched fist and conducts The Nerves to a slower, more easeful beat. They respond slowly, loosening their grips and lightening their touch. Calmness now wafts around the room touching first one then another of the more disruptive elements. Confetti and paper planes drift to the floor.

Pandemonium and Chaos slink out the door as Neatness and Order sidle back in, just in front of Kindness, Hope and Love. Neatness sweeps up the debris and places pads and pencils back on the table, just so. Order rights the overturned chairs and directs us all to take our rightful seats, whispering, ‘There, there. We all have our parts to play. We just have to know our place in the pecking order.’

Calm talks from the notes of the morning chorus; the warble of the magpies, the raucous call of cockatoos, the soft cooing of doves and pigeons and the cheerful ‘chip-chip’ of the sunbirds.

Happiness, who had fainted clean away, is revived if not fully restored. She is paler and thinner than usual. Kookaburra fills her with a feast of ribald laughter, fey enough to make anybody smile.

With Calmness now reigning at the head of the table, I speak. ‘Let’s go for a long walk in the crisp morning air through the natural world. The path lies clear before us, all we have to do is tread it. But, first…group hug!’

Endurance is first on her feet, a most willing participant. Perseverance and Strength are close behind. Sadness and Hurt join Anxiety in moving more slowly forward; wanting comfort, but afraid they will get lost, or even killed in the crush. Neatness and Order check the room for stragglers and step up. All of us are encircled by the gentle embrace of Calmness, Hope, Love and Kindness. We move closer together, coalesce into a whole. Happiness rises from the centre.

I embrace them all, reassured that they each have their part to play in my life. If we stick together we can conquer anything. We walk as one into the call of the new day.

Look. It’s not always this mad in here, but yesterday was hard; things were said, injuries sustained, old wounds re-opened. The many me,s needed the promise of the new dawn to bring in The Calm, which allows Kindness, Hope and Love to enter. (c) Rosa Christian


Working at Art

So, this week – did you notice I said week? That’s because I have decided to make this a weekly chat. No, seriously. I know I’ve said that before but I’m really going to make an effort this time!

Anyhow as I said,..this week I’ve decide to show you some of the effort I’ve been making to get better at oil painting. I purchased some lessons from the U.S. by E. John Robinson, who sadly has passed. The utube recordings are copies of videos I think because the colours are not very distinct. Luckily E. John talks about colour as he demonstrates. I am enjoying the process, though it does feel a bit weird to be painting American trees and scenes because I’m from Australia. I wish E. John was alive as I would love to have met him.

The two below are from his landscape series :-

The one below is a Canadian Scene from a photo sent by one of the ‘lations over there. I am currently searching my archives for Australian inspiration.

Not too bad, if I do say so myself. Let me know what you think…

Ciao for now,


P.S. I have found a painting to do and have made a start…beautiful, isn’t it?