Once upon a time I was told my eyesight excellent by an optometrist. Far and near objects. I tested this years ago by reading the text on a ten dollar Australian note next to Banjo’s head and next to Mary’s head. At first it looks like shading, but it is actually text.
Recently I picked up the note to read it and found it blurry. Damn, I says. The next few days every morning I tried to read it again and again, spending 5 mins on it each time. Three days later and I’ve retrained my eyes to see small print again.
Woohoo!
Can anyone else read it without glasses or other magnifying instrument?
Published by matclarke
Writing became a hobby at the age of ten, boredom being a great catalyst. Whenever I had an idea I would put words to paper until something interesting was produced. I have always loved dreaming up and writing new stories.
I wrote from the age of 10 and also built or designed unusual contraptions and created tools for working with assorted wood products. Creativity has always been my thing, however, no other person within my extended family harbours this same creative gene, so I always assumed I was odd rather than artistic.
My non-fiction work has been inspired by my letter writing to government bodies and assorted companies, either to request information on a current associated issue or to offer a solution to an ongoing problem with (if a local government) traffic, public transport, spending, banks, etc. And (if a company) an idea for the product so that it could become better accepted by consumers, or in some cases, healthier for consumers.
In December 2009 I came across a story I had begun a month earlier but so far written only a single page. I read it again and realised the story was not only interesting but also had the effect of creating excitement as to what would happen next. I immediately decided this could be a great beginning to a piece which could become my first full length novel, Wake (working title).
The idea for Wake was born from a writing retreat on the outskirts of Bendigo, Australia.
I had taken a break from punching keys on my laptop and walked from the small cabin into the night. Now standing in the silence with the tree canopy looming above, I watched the breeze adjust the leaves ever so slightly—barely enough to create a rustling. It was a creepy, lonely night; isolating beyond anything I had experienced. I smiled. An idea seeded: What would it be like to wake in the middle of nowhere with no memories and no idea of how you came to be there.
Wake, is my first completed novel and I am currently 45,000 words into its sequel.
I am also editing, Citylife, my second completed novel, and finished writing my third novel, Blue, whilst on a return trip from the US where I visited for book research.
You’re welcome to have a read of some of my short stories on my website. Let me know if you liked them.
In addition, my writing group and I have completed two anthology of short stories, with another to be completed in April. See my website for more information.
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