Author Archives: Wendy Lodwick

I had this short story published in the local newsletter. I would like to put it up here as well.   The Yellow Dress By Wendy Lodwick Lowdon He preferred this venue on Flinders Street because it clung to the … Continue reading →

Some writing plans just fall into disuse. If I were to continue my analogy – fade and crumble. I have been far too busy with the bigger projects to be posting snippets. Yes, we are about to launch our Leaf … Continue reading →

I’ve lost the ticket. I rummage through my stupidly huge handbag. I become a clot in the passageway as I fumble though the cash and receipts in my wallet. I lurch away from the thin lips telling me I am … Continue reading →

My participation was always from the periphery; I was merely an observer of the excitement of Chinese New Year but always the colour and intricacy of the preparations fascinated. The celebrants wore bright, new clothes, gave red envelopes and sweet … Continue reading →

The art of building a story can differ. Some people start with the central pole of the narrative and duly espalier branches and leaves to decorate their well-structured tree. I start with the twig Usually I have no idea as … Continue reading →

Kite People I can’t draw. Can’t paint my mind’s eye On paper and make you See how heavy people Skim across the land; Scud along, close to the ground, Like kites seeking That uplift. Can’t share the image of How … Continue reading →

Not much writing but this time I have a very very good excuse. For the last three months we have been settling into a routine with our second dog. He is a rescue Australian working dog (he certainly has us … Continue reading →

How many of you realised, as I did not, how often I dithered and delayed at VI …. so the number of excuses for not writing a piece of fiction were considerably more than I expected to see when I … Continue reading →

How do you put off writing? Get yourself a young rescue dog! One week ago Dave and I and Isla, the eight year old small kelpie, welcomed a long-legged 2 year old male kelpie called Simba into the house. We … Continue reading →

  Fragment I Jeff paused before he plugged in his shaver into the socket beside the basin in his hotel. His hand trembled as the memory ambushed him; maybe the smell of the Lily of the Valley soap had triggered … Continue reading →

Well, well, well, I have taken putting off to a whole new level; I am astonished to see it is more than eighteen months since I last wrote here which is symptomatic of ‘since I last wrote at all’. Of … Continue reading →