Elizabeth M. Thompson's Blog

Apologies for being slack with my blog entries.
This year I am about to face a new chapter in my life as I deal with peripheral neuropathy problems. These now make sitting at a typewriter difficult and the medications to ease the pain slow my thinking processes down a great deal.
I need rest and relaxation. The strain of writing may not be visible to many unless they are writers and the added stress the advertising and publicity talks which are needed have been very taxing.
So if this is goodbye for a time,thankyou to all who have read and enjoyed my books and columns.

Elizabeth Thompson

 


The Closing Of The Gates.

 


The
talk around the lunchroom was pretty quiet that day,


'cos
they'd been told what had been rumoured, there was nothing left to say.


There
was Barry, Jack and Margie, young Jase and Smiling Fred.


  For years they'd worked together, now the
future stretched ahead


 in a blankness of uncertainty and filled their
minds with dread.


 


The
boss had

Hello everyone in the North east of Victoria.
I shall be giving a talk and reading at the the library in Bright next week the 23rd October. It begins at 5.30 and will go for about an hour. Unless we all get very enthusiastic.
There will be books for sale at reduced prices and a free Writer's Guide for anyone who buys a copy of What? No Roast! and Ants Aunts and Funerals.

Hope to see as many as possible.

Cheers Liz t

The
Clamouring.


 


Turn off the T.V. Show me no war.


Silence the ‘phone. I won’t talk any more.


Tell me no sad thing which makes my heart
break.


Shut down the ‘talk-back.’  It all seems so fake.


 


Minds sliding down through tunnels of voices.


Scream out in anguish at terrible choices.


Dreading a world wracked and swimming in
sadness.


Clawing and reaching, to bind all in

Ants Aunts and Funerals Excerpt;Excerpt From Ants Aunts And Funerals.      Chapter Six. The gale played a dirge through the branches of theforbidding trees as they bent before it and threw pine cones toward the smallhuddle of mourners already clustered at the graveside. The wind strumming theelectricity wires swaying high along the line of endless poles which followedthe road and made

Ants Aunts and Funerals Excerpt;


Excerpt From Ants Aunts And Funerals.      Chapter Six. 


The gale played a dirge through the branches of the
forbidding trees as they bent before it and threw pine cones toward the small
huddle of mourners already clustered at the graveside. The wind strumming the
electricity wires swaying high along the line of endless poles which followed
the road and made

My Two New Titles

Ants Aunts and Funerals is a romp through the lives of a family group who attend a funeral in the country.
The younger couple who help to care for their elderly aunt and uncle know that Uncle Rodger and Aunt Alice can be a handful at the best of times. This day the two elderly folk excel themselves and cause mayhem and chaos.
It is a celebration of country life and the

Better Than Fairies At the Bottom Of Your Garden.Some of you can probably boast youhave hundreds of friends on your Face book. We can boast we have thousands offriends at the bottom of our garden. They work away quietly without disturbingthe sanctuary around us and provide nourishment for our plants all year round.These friends are the worms thatlive peacefully in their home under a

Better Than Fairies At the Bottom Of Your Garden.


Some of you can probably boast you
have hundreds of friends on your Face book. We can boast we have thousands of
friends at the bottom of our garden. They work away quietly without disturbing
the sanctuary around us and provide nourishment for our plants all year round.


These friends are the worms that
live peacefully in their home under a