Home in the Highlands: The Flying Carpet  July 2018


Home in the Highlands: A Tale of Two Chandeliers  April 2018


Home in the Highlands: The Secret Garden  April 2018



Home in the Highlands: Finding the Dream Home  March 2018


Book Review: 'Lake Hill' by Margareta Osborn   June 2017


Film Review: 'Their Finest'  April 2017


Film Review: 'Alone in Berlin   March 2017



My Top Six Tips for Writing Historical Fiction   Feb 2017



'The Princess Diarist', Carrie Fisher Carrie Fisher small


'The Rarest Thing' Playlist   Nov 2016Grey possum


Book Review: 'Daintree' by Annie Seaton   Nov 2016Annie Seaton 500


 Interview with Annie Seaton   Nov 2016Annie Seaton 500


Crafting Characters   Oct 2016Grey possum


Welcome to 'The Rarest Thing' Blog Tour    Oct 2016Web Cover3 July11 420


TV Review: Reality Big Guns  Aug 2016Australian Survivor season 3 logo


Five Things I Love about Writing Fiction  Aug 2016Kinokinuya cropped


Deborah's Yummy Chocolate Mousse   July 2016Chocolate mousse 4

A Gallipoli Story: Finding Uncle Arthur   April 2016Graphic map of the Dardanelles

A World Without Downton: The 'Downton Abbey' Finale  April 16Admit one movie ticket isolated on white Stock Photo - 9269231


What is 'The Rarest Thing'?   April 2016
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Film Review: 'Brooklyn'   Feb 2016Admit one movie ticket isolated on white Stock Photo - 9269231

Molly Grows Up   Feb 2016Border collie puppy cropped


Film Review: 'The Revenant'   Jan 2016Admit one movie ticket isolated on white Stock Photo - 9269231


Book Review: 'Kakadu Sunset' by Annie Seaton Jan 16Annie Seaton 500


Q&A with Annie Seaton   Jan 2016Annie Seaton 500

Meet Mrs Christmas   Dec 2015Christmas ornaments

Film Review: 'The Dressmaker'   Dec 2015Admit one movie ticket isolated on white Stock Photo - 9269231

'The Trivia Man' Trivia Quiz  Nov 2015Make a date with the Trivia Man


 The Nerd as Hero: Reclaiming the Label   July 2015Meet The Trivia Man 420
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Writing and Art   July 2015Concept sketch MCE DOBrien
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Another Bookish Trivia Quiz   July 2015Make date TTM


A Bookish Trivia Quiz   June 2015Kirsty People 420



The Trivia Man Blog Tour   June 2015Kirsty People 420


Launching 'The Trivia Man'  June 2015Kirsty People 420



A Gallipoli Story: The Lost Shearer   April 2015JNorris Scrapbook 33

'The Trivia Man' Competition Winners   April 2015Kirsty People 420



Meet the Cast of 'The Trivia Man'   April 2015Kirsty People 420


What Makes a Good Tagline?   March 2015TTM People

Quiz Kid?    Feb 2015Dictionary


Film Review: 'Birdman'  Jan 2015Admit one movie ticket isolated on white Stock Photo - 9269231


Film Review: 'The Water Diviner'   Jan 2015Admit one movie ticket isolated on white Stock Photo - 9269231


The Trivia Man Is Coming  Dec 2014TTM People


My Christmas Dec 2014Christmas Heart


Zucchini and Herb Frittata  Nov 2014Frittata baked

Trivia Isn't Trivial  Nov 2014Trivia Girl cropped


Lost and Found    Oct 2014Twins

Winners of the Spring Giveaway  Oct 2014deb castle

Spring Giveaway   Sept 2014deb castle


Film Review: 'Magic in the Moonlight'  Sept 2014Admit one movie ticket isolated on white Stock Photo - 9269231

The Cutting Room Floor  Sept 2014DOB SS 31

Film Review: 'The 100-Foot Journey'  Aug 2014Admit one movie ticket isolated on white Stock Photo - 9269231


Rose Scott Women Writers' Festival  Aug 2014DOB Styled 2


Film Review: 'Jersey Boys'   July 2014Admit one movie ticket isolated on white Stock Photo - 9269231

Winners of Winter Giveaway   July 2014Trilogy books

Emporium Trilogy Quiz  (with answers)   June 2014Slide12

Film Review: 'The Fault in Our Stars'   June 2014Admit one movie ticket isolated on white Stock Photo - 9269231



An Aspiring Author's Guide to Book Jargon   June 2014DOB Styled 2

The Beatles and Me   June 2014Beatles 1


Book Giveaway Winners   May 2014APOHO and vase 450


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Film Review: 'The Grand Budapest Hotel'  May 2014


Launching 'A Place of Her Own'  May 2014600 Cropped cover knees


Free Bookmarks to Download   March 2014DSCF1598 cropped


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Film Review: 'The Monuments Men'  March 2014


Film Review: 'Twelve Years a Slave'  Feb 2014Admit one movie ticket isolated on white Stock Photo - 9269231


My Top Ten Romantic Comedies   Feb 2014



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Film Review: 'Saving Mr. Banks'    Feb 2014

Four Stories about Platonic Love   Feb 2014JNorris Scrapbook 21



Five Books about Unrequited Love  Jan 2014DOB Alice 05



First Impressions  Jan 2014PG Spring13 10



Christmas at My Place  Dec 2013Christmas flowers



About a Dog   November 2013Angel20131119 2



What's Next? 'A Place of Her Own'  Nov 2013PG Spring13 10


The Amazing Mr Carroll  November 2013DOB Alice 05


Film Review: 'About Time'  October 2013Admit one movie ticket isolated on white Stock Photo - 9269231

The Jade Widow@Mr Chen's Emporium  Oct 2013MCE Model 5


Ode to Spring   September 2013PG Spring13 02

When a Platypus's Fancy Turns to Love   Sept 2013PG Spring13 01

How Big Is Your Book?   September 2013DOB Styled 1


Fairytale Turrets and Other Fantasies  August 2013 

A Winter's Tale  August 2013

'He Who Would Valiant Be'  August 2013

Country Dog  July 2013

Spot the Anachronism!  July 2013

Puppy Proof?  July 2013 

A World Without Books: 'Fahrenheit 451'  June 2013

A Bonzer Aussie Dog  June 2013

Review: Hope's Road  June 2013

Puppy Love  May 2013

Attack of the Anachronisms  May 2013

When Winter Comes Early  May 2013

The Victorian Art of Scrapbooking  April 2013

In Search of the Emporium  April 2013

Elegant Architecture  April 2013

A Country Sunday  March 2013

Adverbs and Chocolate  Feb 2013

Introducing THE JADE WIDOW  Jan 2013

The Colour Lilac  Jan 2013


Christmas  Dec 2012

Alpacas versus Llamas  Dec 2012

The Jade Widow  Nov 2012

Angie's Westerns  Nov 2012

Recreational Sewing in Cesarine  Oct 2012 

Inspirations for 'Mr Chen's Emporium'  Sept 2012 

An Aladdin's Cave   Sept 2012 

Anatomy of a Gold Rush Town  Sept 2012  

Amy Duncan and her Books  Sept 2012

Old-fashioned Heroes  Sept 2012

Happy Endings?  Sept 2012

Why Is a Book Like a TARDIS?  Sept 2012

An Emporium by Any Other Name  Aug 2012 

Never Write When You're Hungry  July 2012

The Case of the Missing Monotremes  June 2012

The World of the Book  May, 2012

Frosty Tales  April 2012

Tales of the Emporium  March 2012

Country Ways  Feb 2012

Life with a Platypus  Feb 2012




fbook icon 60Frosty Tales


When I began planting my country garden, I had visions of French lavender hedges and geraniums in pots. By the end of summer that dream had become a reality. Then, one autumn morning, I discovered something very strange. Overnight the geraniums had turned brown and the lavender was drooping. Thinking that the plants needed watering, I gave them a generous soaking. For good measure, I trimmed off the worst of the drooping lavender stalks and removed the dead geranium flowers. 

The next morning, I checked my garden, expecting a recovery. Instead, the lavender looked worse than ever. The remaining flower heads had begun to wilt, as though they were grieving for their lost companions. And the geraniums were barely recognisable. As I touched the leaves, they turned to dust in my fingers. What had happened, I wondered, to cause such havoc?

You guessed it. The culprit was that stealthy morning visitor – the dreaded frost! As a coastal gardener, I'd never experienced one before.  Even now, when I know how destructive they can be, there are winter mornings when I find myself gazing out the living room window and marvelling at the white fields, glistening as if they’ve been dusted with crystallized sugar. But, believe me, the dark side of frost far outweighs its transitory visual delights.

So, how does a gardener fight back? You can monitor the weather forecasts and cover your plants in the afternoon or evening in anticipation of a frost. You can get up early and try to hose off the icy crystals – that is, if your hose isn’t frozen. You can accept the losses and plant suitable things next time. Or you can abandon the idea of a garden altogether and watch luxuriant weeds filling the space. (Wouldn’t you know it? Weeds are frost-hardy.)

What did I do? Something I should have done in the first place. I walked around town and checked out what was thriving in other people’s gardens. I even pinched some cuttings from a rock-rose in the garden of our old courthouse (ten cuttings; one survived to grow into a lush shrub from which I now plan to take more cuttings).

Then I visited the local nursery and sought expert advice. What I learned was this. Choose the right plants for your climate. Even then, protect them for the first few winters and allow your plants to acclimatise. Don’t remove frost-damaged tips until the frost danger has passed for the season – like a scab over a cut, they protect the ends of the stems. And don’t expect geraniums to survive the winter. Then again, they might surprise you in the spring with a burst of new growth.

Since then, I’ve accumulated plants that seem to do well in our harsh climate (hot, dry summers and bitter winters) – rock roses, of course, buddleia (summer lilacs) and real roses. Owing to the low humidity, my country roses don’t seem to have the fungal problems which afflict their city cousins.

Writers are fond of using the weather as a metaphor. Sometimes it works brilliantly; at other times it seems like a cheap trick. I have to confess I’ve incorporated a frost or two into my novel, MR CHEN’S EMPORIUM. Having read this article, you’ll know it isn’t merely a stylistic device I've thrown into the book to impress the reader. My feelings about the frost are real and visceral. So are those of my female protagonist, Angie Wallace, who hates frosts with a passion, even comparing them to Bram Stoker’s Dracula, creeping up to suck the life out of the little plants she holds so dear.

Angie’s right. The icy onslaught is likely to cause serious damage, and recovery can be a slow process. It may not happen this season, or even the next. And just when you start to bloom again, there may be setbacks. But slowly you will build frost-hardiness. And one day you may find that you have grown in ways you never imagined possible.

Deborah O'Brien

April, 2012


fbook icon 60The World of the Book

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After I gave my mother one of my manuscripts to read, I couldn’t wait for her reaction. A few days later she phoned me.

  ‘Did you like it?’ I asked anxiously.

  ‘I loved it,’ she replied.

  What a relief.

  Then she added, ‘But there’s something that’s been worrying me about your story.’

  Oh dear. Was there a huge plot hole I hadn’t spotted? Or had I used too many swear words?

  ‘It’s about Amanda,’ Mum continued.

  Amanda was my female protagonist, the lynchpin of the narrative. If there were problems with her, then it would mean a major rewrite. I started to feel sick.

  ‘It’s the shirt that she wears to meet Justin,’ said my mum.

  I wasn’t sure where this was heading. Had I made a continuity blunder by changing the colour of the shirt during the course of the scene? No problem. That was a mistake which could easily be fixed.

  ‘What about the shirt?’ I asked.

  ‘Well, she’s going to a reunion with a man she hasn’t seen in more than thirty years. And it’s a long car trip. Won’t that linen shirt be badly creased by the time she gets there?’

  I started to laugh, though not in a raucous way because I didn’t want to offend my mother. Then, as gently as I could, I said, ‘Mum, Amanda is a character in a book. She’s not real. And neither is the shirt. I made them both up.’

  Afterwards, I realised my mother’s comment was one of the greatest compliments a writer could ever receive. Mum had entered so completely into the world I’d created that she reacted to Amanda as if she were a real person. And I really shouldn’t have laughed because, as a writer, I often become immersed in the story to the extent that it feels more real than my real life.

  Have you ever been to a movie and identified so much with a character that when you walked out of the cinema, you felt you actually were the person from the film – just for a few moments? When I’m writing a character, he or she can linger in my pysche after the laptop has been shut down for the day. Sometimes characters will keep me awake at night as they jostle for attention inside my head. And occasionally they will insinuate themselves into my dreams, having found an unlocked door into my subconscious. But don’t worry. On a rational level, I do know my characters are inventions. After all, I told my mother that very thing.

  Yet, in the right side of my brain, the place where creative ideas originate and grow, it’s a different story altogether!

Deborah O'Brien

May 2012


fbook icon 60The Case of the Missing Monotremes* 


20120618-PWK-065Some years ago, when we bought our little country cottage, we discovered at least two platypuses visiting our stretch of the creek. As a house-warming present, my husband bought me a stone platypus he’d found in the local nursery. In turn, I gave him a duck-billed doorstop. Soon I had acquired a vast collection of platypuses, indoor and out: stuffed toys, glass, silver, pewter, ceramic and china ornaments, a thimble, a bottle stopper, Christmas decorations, fridge magnets, coasters, mugs, plates, prints – you name it, we had it. Some of them were my own purchases; others were gifts from visiting family and friends. A ten-year-old house guest was so fascinated by the collection that she actually counted them and came up with a total of thirty-eight. And that was just inside! Then she gave every single one its own name.

Now let me tell you a story about the platypuses in my garden. One night we arrived late at our cottage after a long drive from the city. As I walked along the path leading to the front door, I had a feeling something was different. My husband shone his torch around, but everything seemed to be okay. It wasn’t until the next morning when I was hosing the garden that I noticed the resin platypus which normally resides in the bird bath, was no longer there. Curious. Then I looked for the doorstop platypus. You guessed it. He was gone too. So was a large monotreme made of stone, measuring at least twice the size of the real animal. (I had discovered him at the local markets. He was so heavy I could barely lift him. In the end I had to phone my husband to come and lug him back to the car.) A couple of smaller platypuses had gone missing as well. Then I checked my other garden ornaments – a wooden birdhouse, several birdbaths, a stone wombat, a weather vane, a selection of ceramic pots. Not to mention a French-style metal table and chairs. Everything was in its place, except for the platypuses. Curiouser and curiouser.DOB Country 21

After considering the items which had been taken, and those left behind, together with the fact that the incident had taken place during the school holidays, we came to the conclusion that the culprits were children. But how could a child have carried that big platypus home? It would have taken at least three children to haul him any distance, and surely someone would have seen them doing it.

So where had those platypuses gone? In my imagination I pictured them gracing someone else’s garden. And whenever I went for a stroll, I peered over front fences, looking for my animals. Then I realised that no thief in their right mind, even a childish one, would display them openly. And no parent worth his or her salt would fail to ask questions about a collection of stone platypuses that had suddenly appeared in their garden.

It took me a long time to recover from the loss of my monotremes. In fact, I remained outraged for weeks. So much so that I even considered penning a letter to the local newspaper, warning about petty crimes being the predictor of future criminality and advocating zero tolerance in these so-called ‘minor’ matters. Although I drafted the letter on my laptop, for some reason I never actually sent it.

DOB Country 22Over the next few months I set about replacing the absent animals. But even when a replacement looked like the original, it lacked the sentimental value. For a long time I felt sad. Not just because my platypuses were gone, but because I was heartsick at the thought of children blithely stealing someone else’s property.

When spring arrived, my husband decided to do some tidying in the wild part of the garden where we grow native shrubs – wattles, bottlebrush and banksias, among others.

‘I’ve found your platypuses!’ he shouted. ‘Come out and have a look.’

As he’s a person renowned for kidding others, I thought he was just winding me up and so I ignored him and continued working at my laptop.

‘It’s true,’ he called out. ‘They’re all here. Under a bush.’

I dragged myself away from the manuscript I was working on, put on my shoes and went outside. There, under a banksia bush and half hidden in a layer of leaf mulch, was a circle of platypuses. They hadn’t been stolen after all! They’d been living at ‘Platypus Glen’ the entire time. Whether children had moved them there, or they had somehow migrated by magic, I didn’t know. But whatever had happened, they looked quite content in their hiding place. So content they might have been having a tea party. The big, heavy platypus was there too. Only a few metres from his former home.DOB Country 23

Since I had already replaced each and every one of them with new versions, I decided to leave the ‘Originals’ where they were, enjoying each other’s company in the shade of the banksia. A circle of friends. It’s odd really. Because platypuses are known as solitary creatures. But not my monotremes – they like a party! 

*Monotremes are egg-laying mammals. There are only two kinds of monotreme in the world – the echidna (spiny anteater) and the platypus, and both are native to Australia. You can see pictures we’ve taken of these fascinating creatures in the slideshows.


Deborah O'Brien

June 2012