It’s a warm autumn Friday afternoon. I’m sitting on the family room sofa, computer on my knee. Now and then I gaze out the window. I can see gum trees. A slight breeze rustles their leaves. Each tree has a crown of cream flowers.
Sitting next to the window is my youngest daughter, Gemma-Rose. She’s writing a new novel. It’s day 1 of Camp NaNoWriMo.
“How many words have you written today?” I ask.
Older sister Sophie has been working on a new novel too. But for the moment, she’s working on something else. She’s doing some research. A big idea is buzzing around her head. This morning I received an email from my friend Luminara. She had a suggestion: Perhaps Sophie can sell her photos online to bloggers.How do photographers sell photos online? Sophie is finding out. She’s sharing words with me: Bluehost, WordPress plugin, domain name…
“Do you think…?” she asks me.
“Maybe,” I reply. “Find out. You could give it a go.”
Charlotte appears with a cup of coffee for me. She takes her own cup back to her bedroom. She’s working on a university assignment.
I can hear the piano. Imogen’s practising the accompaniment for a song she plans to record.
A couple of hours later, we arrive home. Charlotte, Sophie and Gemma-Rose are eager to see what we bought. “Give us a fashion parade,” they demand as Imogen pulls out some clothes from her bag: a long white vest, a black skirt and an embroidered top.
“That vest will look perfect over your white dress.”Imogen returns wearing this combination. She twirls around. “Boots or shoes?” she asks.
“You’ll need some jewellery,” Sophie says.
“How about that green glass pendant? And you can borrow some of my bracelets.”
Imogen gives us another twirl.
“Wow! That looks good!”
“I think we’re getting better at putting clothes together.” Yes, we’re learning.
We’re filming another music video next Wednesday morning. We’ll be getting up before sunrise and heading down to the bush that’s next to the lake in town. We’ve chosen a location that’s green and lush. Tall trees and huge ferns overlook a wooden bridge. Imogen will be singing a song from The Lord of the Rings.“I’ve got some ideas for your hair,” says Sophie. “Elfin braids.”But that’s next week. Back to this afternoon.
“Sophie, I’m writing a blog post. I need some photos.”
“I’ll take some for you, Mum. What are you writing about?”
“What we’re doing on a lazy autumn Friday afternoon.”