Why Do Girls Fight?

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Fear not to the sole person who reads this blog (hiya)… I have been writing away behind the scenes.

I tried writing a breathy and feely-feels coming of age thing… finished one chapter and… that’s it. Don’t really do beautiful very well.

Then I tried writing this rather chipper YA rom-com sort of girly thing and… well I don’t really do girly lovey-dovey that well (I mean, boys, oh yucks).

I’m just a bogan from Perth with an urge to sometimes punch things.

Which brings me to the question….

Why do girls fight?

Boys?

Territory?

Boredom?

Hormones?

Who gets to wear the one dress to the ball if 2 girls have chosen the same one?

To defend another girl?

Just ‘cos?

I like this question. Maybe I can do something with it.

 

See you, Stay Beautiful

 

18 Months

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Actually, that’s not a bad name for a very long and arduous novel where the heroine has long monologues about her feels and there is lots of describing the weather going on. In reality, it has been that long since I have written a single word, but I snuck out into a patch of winter sunshine and caught up with Lady Writer Cristy Burne for a sugar, carb & paper fix. Wrote some notes. It might be another 18 months before you her from me again, but I am excited. PS – yes that is a dress with teapots on it and I will buy it and I wear it to a book launch one day.