I was woken this morning by that uniquely Australian sound of laughing kookaburras performing from a tall gum in close proximity to our bedroom. Of course I couldn’t really see them until I dragged myself from slumber and peeped out the window to a chilly autumn morn with mist caught in the valley, like a huge helping of blancmange poured into a serving bowl of trees.

I love living on the edge of the city where there continually seems to be something that jumps out and inspires me and tells me to write.

Not all my words are good, or right, some of what I write will never be used for anything, let alone published, but my surroundings always get me going, in one direction or another.

For some time I’ve wanted to write a verse novel – about what, I’ve had no idea, but yesterday while I was walking along one of my favourite winding, dirt tracks, among the eucalyptus gums and wattles, a story which has been bubbling about in my head, simply came to me and began writing itself.

These are the best days, delicious moments – when the pen or typing fingers struggle to keep up with the tumble of words spilling out of my head. Where the words flow so easily, you can’t stop them.

So now I must feed my visitor (below) and then I must write.

Morning Kookaburra

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  1. Kaye Baillie Hi Corrine, what a lovely sound these dear birds make. I always wish they would laugh for longer and more often. It's such a treat to hear them. I commented on your blog of last week at the same time as this one and have got my comments mismatched. So I will also say the coffee with notepad or laptop is one of my favourite times. Love your blog.
    March 30, 2011 at 1:58 pm · Reply
  2. Corinne Fenton
    Corinne Fenton Thank you Kaye for both your lovely comments (for this blog and last weeks.) My aim is to do one a week, each Wednesday. All the best with your writing.
    March 30, 2011 at 3:32 pm · Reply
  3. Sue Hey Corinne - how loud are they up close? We fostered one for a while! He doesn't look too old! x
    March 30, 2011 at 4:22 pm · Reply
    • Corinne Fenton
      Corinne Fenton They don't usually laugh up that close - he is waiting for me to give him food (little bits only).
      March 30, 2011 at 9:01 pm · Reply
  4. Claire When we stayed with my brother on the NSW coast, there was a pair of kookas who arrived every morning at about 5am. They'd wake us, and I'd hear them moving down the street waking others, then coming back to be sure we'd not gone back to sleep. No wonder they were laughing! Yay for inspiration. And yay for determination to convert that into a story.
    March 30, 2011 at 7:17 pm · Reply
  5. Corinne Fenton
    Corinne Fenton Thanks Claire. I like having them around to catch the snakes - and I try not to feed them all the time so they don't become dependent on our food. 'Go catch a snake,' I say.
    March 30, 2011 at 9:03 pm · Reply
  6. Gabrielle Wang Your writing is just perfect for a verse novel. I'm sure it will be beautiful, as beautiful as this fluffy kookaburra.
    April 1, 2011 at 5:46 pm · Reply
  7. Chris Bell So fantastic that your environment offers so much inspiration, Corinne. And great to read you've happened upon your "idea" to write a verse novel. Inspiration is really all around us, and it's wonderful when it pings into our brains unexpectedly. Have fun. C.
    April 4, 2011 at 3:48 pm · Reply

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