If I’m not writing, either in my head or at a keyboard, I feel I’m wasting time. This is where I belong.
G’day, I’m Richard Leonard. For too long my writing has been less than virtual. This stops now. Unfortunately this spinning ball of rock we call home waits for no-one; time is scarce and bills must be paid. I live in the Yarra Valley, east of Melbourne, Australia, a region famous for its wine. I’m not a wine drinker. I can’t tell red from white if the lights are out. But I love the area. Especially valuable to me is I can look over my back fence and not see a house. Nothing but rolling green farmland often bathed in fog on cold winter mornings, back-lit by the rising sun. Beautiful. This is why I’m happy to spend ninety minutes traveling to work each day. I don’t live to work, I work to live and I live in the Yarra Valley.
I’ll write about whatever idea brews itself into some vaguely coherent sentences in my head and stay there till I get to a keyboard in a non-distracting environment.
But my ultimate passion for writing is fiction. Somehow I feel this demands more care, more effort… more love, I guess. I’m not sure if I want to bother trying to explain that other than to say I’ve written articles for magazines, technical documents and user manuals, but nothing seems to cry out for sleeping time between stints more than a short story or the novel I’ve been working on, on and off for the last seven years. Sleeping time is what the work expects so it can stretch and yawn and shake out all its matted fur, ready for the next time I sit down and brush it. One day I might feel ready to let it out on to the street.
In the meantime, bear with me while I gather my quirky observations of life and society with all its irony and shortcomings, and any other miscellaneous but hopefully entertaining mind-dumps, and stick around for some thought-fodder and a few laughs!