Thanks so much for dropping by the blog. I wonder what attracted you here.  Was it the poetry? The photography? The memoir?  Reflections on parenting and peace? The discussions of writing? The interviews? Did we meet somewhere? Was it the philosophy?  Would love to know.

I am finally working on some individual books, and you may like to purchase them when they are ready.  More announcements on this soon.  As for how they are published, that is an unfolding journey shared here on the blog.

I am in the middle of techno land learning about book trailers, ebooks, create space, lightning source, small presses, independent publishing and self publishing (are they the same thing?),independent author alliances and the traditional publishers of the genres I write in.  I am studying them to see if any would like the works I create.  I am learning about treaties between Australia and America that enable us to be taxed less when we sell our own books.  Maybe you are too?


With some of the anthologies previously published in – now working on going solo.

I want to make sure these books are the best they can be content wise,  and if I independently produce the best they can be physically as well.

I am visiting writing groups (as I always have),  writing centres, and finding people to be critique buddies.  I’m forming relationships with potential editors and beta readers I can trust to be honest with me, but  who have faith in my writing voice. I’m entering writing competitions.

I try to visit as many blogs as I can, especially those that inspire, educate, trigger, connect and help me to keep on practicing writing, art and photography.

I love to interview creative people as well as you learn so much from each other in the process.

I do have to be careful not to get lost in cyberland and pay concentrated attention to doing writing and art, but part of writing and art is about connecting is it not?    Thanks so much for your follow, like, comment, inspiration and encouragement.

All the best with your creative journey and hope to see you back again.

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PiBoIdMo and all that jazz


I’ve done Nanowrimo (that novel is stil waiting for a reboot as a young adult fantasy piece).  What an experience that was.

Those characters still call me and say,  ‘when are you going to do something about me?’

‘Sorry guys I will listen to you soon, promise, on my to do list, ‘  I reply with my fingers crossed behind my back and a pair of runners begging to be put on my feet.  Well seriously I did have a few friends reading it and they did want to know what was going to happen so one day I will get my act together.

This year I am going to participate in PiBoIdmo for the first time.  The idea of this challenge is to generate 30 ideas for picture books in 30 days.  Considering I have presently completed  only one(and it has been sent off to a publisher for consideration, cross my fingers and keep writing) and have four in process, the idea of generating 30 ideas appealed to me.

I love Tara Lazar’s list of guest bloggers and they have already started blogging.  We have opportunities to win prizes if we comment when visiting the inspiring blogs that are going up to keep us going with our generation of ideas quest.

I am looking forward to the comradarie of the facebook group, the blog, and the opportunity to develop the ways I generate ideas for picture books.

But most of all I love the creative energy that comes from knowing lots of my fellow children’s book authors are at the same time generating their 30 ideas in 30 days.

You can register here if you want to do it to, there’s still time to hop on board PiBoIdMo.

Other news 

Thank you to everyone who has recently joined this blog, 300 of you.  A special thank you to the people who leave comments, likes, and keep on coming back.

My poetry series on Miranda and Jackson might take a bit of a back burner for November.  My plotting is going to be focused on picture books!  This will be challenge for me as I love having several things going at once, and some mornings I realise just what needs to happen to Miranda and Jackson, maybe even having dreamt of them.  At the moment I am trying to think of a name for their lost child and something they can do that will help them with grief.  I need to give these characters moments of joy after putting them through the ringer.  However, focus November is my mantra.

Some great news re the plotting quest I did manage to do an almost complete outline for a chapter book for 7-10 year olds.  I only have to come up with my ending and then make sure the turning points match.

I have my ebook of After Yasi almost ready to launch for cyclone season.  I am excited about this because it will make the book accessible to people in a way the coffee table book couldn’t manage as a print on demand boutique community heritage book.  It is full of links to lots of online stories, resources, photographs, and projects to do with natural disaster and recovery through the arts.  I decided to make it a different experience from the coffee table book through the hyperlinks.  I am interested in continuing to explore these kind of journey beyond the text books.

Another good piece of news which I will detail in the future is that I sent some of my poetry for children and families off to a poetry collection and some have been accepted for publication! Woo hoo!  It is lovely to have other people appreciate what you do and give you some kind of confirmation you might have some talent for it.  Creatives on a quest do need that to know we are heading in the right direction.  Otherwise we wonder where the light at the end of that publishing tunnel for wider recognition is.

Those of you who know me well know how much I love poetry, but also know how much I acknowledge it isn’t a big earner, yet poetry at it’s best can touch the heart and inspire the soul.  I will certainly reflect more in future blogs on why poetry will always remain something I love and why and how it can be fostered in the family and educational environments.  I am developing the music to some of my songs and singing a lot, especially when I’ve been having a tough week.

A friend who was one of my early poetry mentors and writing heros, and even organised for me to do a poetry performance gig in Tasmania, sent me a collection of poetry which I am busy reading.I will review  this sometime soon, it might be after November though!  For now I am savouring and thinking about the poems, and finding my love of poetry renewed.  It’s a habit I find hard to break, but I am challenging myself and taking poetic techniques into the other genres I am now writing in.

All the best for your writing adventures, and for anyone doing nanowrimo PiBoldMo, write it, rock it and I so hope we all make our writing and publishing goals.

June aka gumbootpearlz.

We are made of tears


Miranda and Jackson must face the bereavement room.

Originally posted on Ripple Poetry:

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Bereavement Room

A room to pretend for a short time
we had a normal family life
our baby celebrating with us
but there’s no sound of her tears
what we would give for her cries.

In that space we discover
small gifts
from those who have lost their
loved tiny ones
only to be left with
little footprints
on cards

The bed spread is covered in butterflies
so bright
so light
and we have time to take photographs
to treasure
as if she lived
before we must surrender
the one we love to lie on a bed
of our salt water.

The midwife, Clara,
is so strong
treating us as if we are
like any other parent
but our
hearts are made of tears.

She gives us just enough space
but not too much, catches our tears
as the butterflies fly off the bed
spread and around the room.

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Rodriguez under the Stars, Garden Stage Brisbane


From last weekend.

Originally posted on Following the Crow Song:

I was lucky to attend Rodriguez with my family just a few days ago. I want to keep a record of this memory on my blog.

Rodriguez’s voice is still pristine, even at 72 years.

He sang as you would expect his own songs which many know from the movie or his two albums, ‘Sugarman’  and’ Establishment Blues’ were massive crowd favourites. He also did covers of ‘Blue Suede Shoes,’ and ‘Fever.’

He began the concert introduced I think by his daughter (she introduced the whole band), wearing a visor to protect his eyes from the lighting show and then after a few songs took off the visor and put on his black top hat, which the crowd erupted at.

The lead guitarist was brilliant, making use of pedal guitar effects to texture the songs and Rodriguez generously gave him (and the drummer as well) plenty of space to do some…

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Learning to plot – a writer’s quest


So I am at a virtual stand still as I realise my major writing hurdle is learning to plot. Time to build some stairs, or a rope ladder.

I recently managed to finish one picture book and send it off.  One of the things mentioned in critiques was redoing the plot line to introduce some things into the story earlier, to invest the reader in the character, clarifying aspects of the ending, and making some aspect of the plot in the middle even more believable. I reworked it, and in the end was happy with the plot line.  This picture book came from a poem that was without any sense of strong plot, mostly emotion, but the reworking required me to be very thoughtful about the plot.

Going back to the drawing board for some of the other picture books, unfinished short stories, memoirs and novel I am stumped as the plotting problems started yelling at me! ‘Sort me out!’

As a poet for many years I loved writing emotions, memories, and setting, looking back I seldom consciously explored plots.

At the moment I am creating character poems and realise this particular poetic series is in search of a plot line. It is different from the poetry I wrote before. It may even be a fledgling novel.  This is a good challenge and I will find the journey forward by plotting.

In more recent years I took up writing memory stories, and reflecting on current events around me.

When writing memory stories, the plot is already there, life as it happens, with some added structure, a strong sense of setting and place and sometimes a charming or a challenging outcome. There may even be some twists.

Reflections don’t seem to require a plot line, but if they do have one it strengthens them for the reader making the journey through the reflection or meditation.

But to connect all these memory stories into a memoir, I find myself considering a central plot line with subplots, something to help a reader navigate my life in a way that makes sense.

Sometimes I luck upon my plot line in anecdotes that just came naturally off the pen. The ingredients of the narrative are there, but this haphazard lucking on the plot line just isn’t going to wash it.

In short stories I often create characters and setting that I love and have several half begun short stories I long to finish, but I need the plot to propel them into fully blown novels, and compelling short stories.

I am determined to write some outlines and overcome my plotting deficit. This is going to require, reading, analysis, and practice.

So today I heed Kiki Sullivan’ s plot outline advice and I am going to build a bridge, or is it a sledge hammer to break through my writing hurdle.  I need to read some of my favourite books that plot beautifully and learn from some masters.

Time for this rambling writer to find her story line and polish the stories just as she wants to!

Any advice, or links, please leave them in the comments !

(c) June Perkins

Jackson Wheeler


Continuing Miranda’s Story I swap to Jackson Wheeler’s perspective at the time of the loss of their child

Originally posted on Ripple Poetry:

Flying in the Wild

Flight – June Perkins

The day we lost our child
I had a dream
of her possible future
with us.

I wanted to comfort Miranda
to share her sorrow
to take our first steps

I couldn’t tell her about
the dream
of our future

I looked at her
unable to see
where to begin
except without words.

Our little one
lost her spin of life’s wheel
she would never
take first steps
with us.

Only in dreams
would we be together
life forever

My heart like a brahminy kite
flew away to the calls of
our daughter and Miranda
wanting to land
we could all take
mortal frames

to be a family
once more.

I knew we would
have to settle on
name for the one
who took her flight first.

(c) June Perkins

In this poem Jackson Wheeler speaks of the loss…

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