Posted on October 8, 2008 - by MG

Perth before the moisture burns off

Reclaiming the lake in Claremont, Perth.

Every time I’ve been to Perth, WA, this lake – which is visible from the flat we stay in – is nothing more than a muddy puddle from which bleached old tree stumps emerge, like ancient bones.

 But in October – spring in Australia – look! Blue water and everything.

It’s wonderful to meet up with my siblings and  nephews/niece. Australia always freaks me out because you travel for so darn long to wind up in a country full of English-speaking people who live in nice bungalows with front gardens and eat fish and chips by the sea.

I shouldn’t be posting to my blog, I should be trying to sleep. A touch of insomnia from a bit-of-a-cough and I have to get up in 90 minutes to drive ‘down south’ to Smith Beach.

A very interesting guy called Daniel introduced me to a jazz recording of a pianist named Jan Johansson, a wonderful album called Jazz Pa Ryska.

Hmm, I thought. I’ll use that.

Meanwhile have been thinking a little about ZERO MOMENT. I typed the last sentence a few days ago but now need to do a good polish before anyone is allowed to read it. Anyone means two people right now; my agent and my husband. And then my new editor.

I keep getting the feeling that it might be quite good. But then again it might not be. At this stage, I can’t tell.

Meanwhile, check out the awesome Jan Johansson. Died in 1967, very sadly. Daniel gave me the CD. I’m taking it right back to my daughter’s jazz piano teacher…

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