Tamara McWilliam Blog

on 18-Jun-2017
  • June

As a rule I am an amazing sleeper. I can sleep through just about anything but for some reason last night, I tossed and turned ALL night. The sky still had a deep grey tinge to it when I felt my husbands breath tickle my neck. "Are you awake?" he whispered. A night of disjointed sleep... you can imagine my response. As my weary eyes opened and I caught glimpse of the grey sky outside the bedroom window I rolled my eyes at another rain filled day. I love rainy days but for some reason this morning, the gloomy weather matched my mood. I felt my husband leave the bed on a mission to fetch us both our morning cup of tea. I must have dozed back to sleep because when he returned I opened my eyes and to my surprise the sun poured in our bedroom window. How good is this! As soon as I finished my tea I pounced out of bed. ( Ok so pounced may be an over exaggeration, rolled out dragging my tired sorry arse to the kitchen may be a more accurate description.) The sun shone brightly as I perpared the family a nice Sunday breakfast. 

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on 10-Jun-2017
  • June

It has been a beautiful rainy day here today. Creativity plus in this household! (I love a rainy days) I have been fortunate enough to spend the morning typing my little fingers off, working on the first novel in the Masconi Series. (Coming Soon!!) I hit a point in my writing that I was fortunate enough to be able to draw on personal experience... fortunate... unfortunate... not sure which. Like most people in life I have been handed my fair share of good and bad times. Over the years I have noticed a quirky little fact about myself and how I cope with extreme stress, pressure and even loss in my life. I become extremely creative. I know I am a little creative in the way that I write novels, but that's not quite the creative I mean.... 

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on 05-Jun-2017
  • June

Scotts Head Beach is a grounding place to me. This was the place my parents took me on holidays when we lived in Queanbeyan. When we moved up from Queanbeyan in 1981 this was the closest beach to our home. We swam here in the hot summers and built sandcastles in the cool winters of the 1980's. By the 1990's my father taught me how to read the surf, how to respect the ocean and finally I leaned to surf here at 'Little Beach'. This is the beach I gathered at with my girlfriends and spend endless hours perving on hot life guards. This is the beach I have surfed with dolphins, I have jumped off rocks, climbed headlands and wallowed in Rock pools. In the early 2000's this was the place I went to for solace. As a young adult life became hard and at times confusing. This place never changed. It caught the tears I spilt in sorrow, It took the endless pacing upon the sand as I tried to walk my worries away, it absorb the blood of surfing injuries I left behind, and it gave me renewed prospective to tackle the next challenge life was about to hurl my way.  

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