Signs of Autumn
It must be autumn...
The northern suburbs are eveloped in a haze of wood smoke - rather pretty, but still alarming when you wake up to the smell of smoke (call me paranoid, but it is reassuring to go to sleep with your laptop in the same room so you can see as soon as wake up that it hasn't been burnt down somehow).
The excuse for 'five more minutes' before getting up is 'I'm warm in here' rather than 'I'm tired'.
An old blanket has taken up residence on the couch.
The dog is also referred to as a hot water bottle.
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About Karen.Hall
I've recently submitted my PhD thesis, titled 'Discovering the Lost Race Story: Writing Science Fiction, Writing Temporality', for examination. In the meantime, I'm teaching in the discipline of Communication Studies at UWA and starting a new project on medievalism and media through a Whitfeld Fellowship.