Twenty-five years ago I married a man who held me close, who dried my tears, who made me laugh – even in the aftermath of a cycling accident in the middle of nowhere in the south of France… Nothing’s really changed, except GW’s hair isn’t quite so red any more and I may be a Continue reading
Tag: Helene Young
All in a day
My day started early in Mildura with clear blue skies and a chill in the air. I love country towns and their mile wide streets with pretty flowers and gangly palms. This was the view from my breakfast café. By lunchtime I was winging my way across Bass Strait, a first for me at the Continue reading
Matching hard hats
Went for a walk this morning to check out the new Penguin Australia offices – the pilot part of my personality had to make sure I didn’t get lost this afternoon… Not only were they cleaning the outside of the building (what a warm welcome), but the window cleaners had hard hats that matched the Continue reading
When all is lost.
It’s hard to comprehend how an area of low pressure in the Gulf of Carpentaria could spawn a deluge that roared down the east coast of Australia sweeping all before it in its fury. Flying from Cairns to Melbourne today I saw the land slowly change from emerald green to muddy brown to silvery-beige and black. Continue reading
Researching the extreme
I’m busy working away on my next story which has an opening scene set in Antarctica. I’ve had so much fun looking through the photos and watching the videos we shot on our 26 day journey to McMurdo Sound. But just to prove I go the extra mile getting the research right here’s a photo Continue reading
Let the Muse Take the Lead
Kicking off my guest blogs for 2013 is Rachael Johns. Congratulations to Rach for being shortlisted for the Australian Romance Readers Awards. It’s a wonderful accolade and richly deserved. Please make her very welcome as she shares some of her writing process. Hi Helene – thank you so much for having me back on your Continue reading
Beach treasures
I’ve always been a bit of a beachcomber. Since I know I won’t have room for all my little treasures on the yacht I’ve started collecting photos of things that catch my eye. This is a cuttle fish on a clump of seaweed washed up on Four Mile beach at Port Douglas. Found anything interesting Continue reading
I’m sorry, but I think we’ll have to break up…
Dear TransLink, you broke my heart tonight. You promised an evening of bright lights and city streets. You said you’d pick me up at 8.04 precisely. You said the trip would be seamless, economical, green even. You guaranteed I’d be home in my hotel room by 8.46. I trusted you… I believed you… Instead you Continue reading
Settling for a Sundowner…
What’s the best way for a couple of would-be sailors to deal with still being landlocked two months longer than expected ? Head to Port Douglas for a walk on the beach, a stroll around the marina, and a champagne at The Tin Shed. Might as well enjoy some nautical ambience without the bills 🙂 Continue reading