As some of you may have heard, it seems like there are bushfires everywhere in Tasmania at the moment.

Well, I can assure you that we here at Ravenhearst Towers are perfectly safe, although everywhere is blanketed in a thick fug of smoke. Everyone is trying to stay indoors, and all the cars are driving around with headlights on in the middle of the day. It’s all quite apocalyptic.

Anyway, the nearest fires are over an hour away from us, and well up in the mountains, so all is quite safe.

Yay! Another story written and ready to publish! All I need to do is knock up a cover.

This one is Under His Spell, the story of a milf who volunteers to help out an old friend of her college-age son with his magic act – and gets a lot more than she bargained for!

Because of the way I work, I never tend to write one story from start to finish at a time; instead I always have half a dozen pots bubbling away on the stove at any one time.

So I’m still working on the second instalment of Daemon Lover, as well as the first two stories for Gods and Monsters. I’m also writing at least two stories set in World War I. And now I’ve started on a lesbian dominant-submissive story, and a bisexual tradesman adventure.

I will finish them all!

Well, like most of the Western world of a certain age I was shocked to hear of Bowie’s passing.

There’s nothing really useful I can add to the avalanche of tributes, analyses, obituaries and hagiographies that are already pouring forth, so I’ll just post this little reminiscence.

When I was young, I had a treasured poster on my wall, that I’d stolen from my older sister. It was titled, “Ziggy Stardust and Aladdin Sane meet the Spider from Mars”, and it had a painting of Bowie, Iggy and Marc Bolan together.

That summed up everything important to me in music then, and for a long time after.

Um … hi!

Ok! Let’s get this ball rolling!

I’m getting this blog started, so I better say something! Well, what can I say? Not much of any sense, frankly, because I’m a few bottles of wine the worse for wear, kids.

Um, let me see. I know I had the pinot to myself. And I shared the Moscato and the … other one. And the other red ones, we shared those.

It was a lovely afternoon!

We went to a friends’ farm, sat out on the deck, drank wine and talked of life, layabout children and exploding cows.

Such is the life of a budding erotica author.

How was your day?