Favourite Music Friday — “Blou”

“Blou” (”Blue”) is another of my favourite songs, and I think this version — by Loki Rothman and Laurika Rauch — is my favourite version of it as well! (Lyrics and music by André Swiegers.) “Blou” (”Blue”) by Loki Rothman and Laurika Rauch

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Writing Update – March 2018

Hersenskim sponsored!  I did it! I sponsored the word “hersenskim” in the Woordeboek van die Afrikaanse Taal (Dictionary of the Afrikaans Language – think the OED). Basically sponsoring words are a way of procuring more funds to continue with the lexicography work necessary to continue the dictionary. And, as “hersenskim” is one of my favourite words and […]

NaNoWriMo Prep 2017 – A Cover and Initial Feedback

It’s nearly the middle of October and, though I wish I could say that my planning is in full swing, it’s more like in half swing… It’s not that I have lost the muse or anything, it’s just that apart from being busy I went and became ill for nearly a whole week. Well, I […]

NaNoWriMo – October Planning – Part 1

October has dawned and writers all over the world knows what that means – it’s NaNoWriMo novel planning time! My NaNo novel is definitely going to be the first draft of Papier en porselein (Paper and Porcelain) and I am currently busy with research about porcelain. At the moment I am reading The White Road: […]

Afrikaans Fiksie/Fiction – Labirint Twee

Die labirint se kronkelpad lei my al verder van die middelpunt en raak verstrengel met ander se paadjies. Die bol gare in my hande word al kleiner en kleiner soos ek deur die labirint loop en die gare, saam met ander s’n, soos ‘n web agter my laat. Om my is die groen mure, die […]

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Die uil en die skoppensboer

Deborah het voor al die ander inwoners geweet dat daar dié aand weer ‘n uil op pad is. ‘n Mens se lewe bestaan tog net uit twee tye: voor die uile kom en ná hulle gekom het.

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‘n Huis sonder mure

Die dag ná die stootskrapers lê die erf vol bourommel. Eenkant staan ‘n masjienmonster en maal die bakstene, wat eens die sitkamer gevorm het, fyn. Al die kuiers en teedrinkery. Al die begrafnisse en verjaarsdagpartytjies val in fyn rooi stof in die vorm ‘n miershoop. Van die stof beland in die wind wat dit opswiep […]