Please help with Queensland emergency

I have taken to going ” off line” on Friday night, only returning to the Web on Monday –
perhaps a reflection of my January mood. During last weekend off, I was wondering what to post today – scratching my head for inspiration.
Ten minutes ago I opened my  “Writing from the Twelfth House” email:, and found the post: an urgent appeal for help for the Queensland flood disaster, from my Australian writer friend and colleague, Annie Evett.
Annie writes:
……Blessed with our modern technology, no doubt you will have heard via facebook, twitter, live feed news coverage or seen incredible scenes on youtube outlining the disaster befalling Queensland in Australia.

Well over 75% of the State of Queensland has now been declared a Disaster Area. To put this in perspective – for those who haven’t grasped the enormity of it or are unfamiliar with this part of the world; Queensland is Australia’s second largest state measuring more than 1.72 million square kilometers; 25% of Australia’s land mass; it is four times the size of Japan, nearly six times the size of the UK and more than twice the size of Texas in the US. This is not a small flood or localised event and is affecting thousands of people right now.

The people of Queensland need help. They are looking at a post war reconstruction effort in all areas from infrastructure through to rebuilding family homes in the near future.

When faced by situations such as these, often people don’t know how they can help..

You as a writer, or as a reader, or as someone who knows someone who reads, can help today by being involved with 100 Stories for Queensland.

From the editorial team who founded 100 Stories for Haiti and 50 Stories for Pakistan, this new Anthology is being formed with sales directly assisting those in need within Queensland.

WritersWe are asking writers to assist in one thing they love to do. To write. 

As with any competition or submission process for a publication, writers will need to submit a piece of work for consideration. It will go through a professional process of judging.

Something between 500-1000 words, something upbeat, even light-hearted, any theme, any genre.

We need it by Friday January 28th.

The submission guidelines are short and sweet and are found on the submission page at:

More info can be found either on the Facebook Page (  or the Website.(

It doesn’t stop there though.

Please get onto facebook and ‘like’ the page 100 Stories for Queensland
Suggest it to other people.. you know – the ones who write, or read.. or know people who read.
When it gets published, buy a box full of them.
Get everyone you know to buy them as well.

Just in case you can’t imagine the extent of the damage. Check out the  Incredible Flood Photos aerial shots Brisbane floods: before and after of before and after of the capital city…….

Annie Evett
Annie Evett

Annie  Evett
Writer and Thaumaturg
0414 771 367
If you do not design the future, someone or something else will design it for you.


All friends following or finding “Writing from the Twelfth House”, please respond to this appeal by helping any way you can – passing the message along your networks would be a great start. Thank you. Anne W


550 words copyright Annie Evett/Anne Whitaker 2011
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Guest Slot: “Shaping the Writer” by Annie Evett

Last year I was fortunate to come across that diverse and stimulating, not to mention inspiring, writers’ site Write Anything. Our mutual love of nature, and writers’ efforts to capture its large and small wonders, brought me into contact with writer Annie Evett from that site. It greatly pleases me this month to have Annie’s account of growing up in the Australian bush and its profound influence on her as a writer. All our childhood experiences are unique. But some are more unique than others! Over to you, Annie ….

Although I dislike the pigeon holing of genre based writing, it would appear from readers’ feedback, that my writing success lies within my descriptive narrative; specifically that of a setting. Anne contacted me a little while back to ask if I might write on whether one’s earliest memories of environment influence one’s main style of writing.

In particular she was interested in my experience within the bush and my love of nature writing. Noticing minute detail is important to a writer building a realistic and believable character or scene – and to country folk relying on specific information in order to diagnose sick animals, fix machinery or identify an area in danger of bushfire.  The latter are skills which seem to be ingrained from an early age.

Rural life taught me the zen of chicken taming, the aikido of sheep handling, the philosophy of cattle herding and the oneness felt between a rider and horse on a long dusty road. With our modern society bent on cotton padding every bump, growing up in the bush taught me to take and make risks, be proactive, inventive and constantly seek answers both from within and outside. Valuable lessons for any writer.

Nature writing binds characters to the natural wealth and expanse of the wilderness with words of respect, admiration, and empathy.  It marries up the divorce between nature in the plastic world and  reminds us in every phrase, that nature has its eventual dominant place. Growing up as I did, instilled this belief deeply within my soul.


Annie - contemplative mode
Annie - contemplative mode

The eldest of six children, born to a shearer and housemaid who subsequently set themselves up within the fine wool industry, I lived my first seventeen years within the Australian bush on a mixed produce property . My primary school had up to twenty students enrolled; the nearest town boasted a population of nearly five thousand people.  Despite only living half an hour to town, modern living and experiences such as going to the movies or having a milkshake (in fact any sort of fast food) was something I didn’t indulge until I left home and went to University in the big smoke (our capital city). I believe this extended innocence has given me the opportunity to look at situations with unsullied eyes and the ability to twist things to a different perspective.

Daily childhood experiences involving the stark reality of drought, flood and bushfires, the brutal honesty of the cycle of life and the truth in death  colour my writing.

Memories cutting deeply into my psyche include droughts where the piles of carcasses grew daily. Bullets were too expensive to waste on the dying; so children were sent to cut throats and drag bodies behind utes. (Ed: a type of pickup truck) Memories, too,  of bushfires devastating vast expanses of land, native animals and farm equipment – caused by the careless flick of a cigarette from a passing car, or the malicious act of bored teenagers from town. It is through these eyes I am able to ‘cut to the bone’ of a story, revealing its inner strengths without being distracted by sidelines or flattery.


Seasonal chore aged 5 - Annie plucks turkey

My childhood days would start with a seasonal chore, such as fruit or vegetable harvesting, mustering animals or milking with the children saved only by the need to get changed and catch a battered bus to go to school. Far from thinking this was a prison camp, in no way would I change a single memory or experience. Indeed, I would wish a similar childhood for my own children.

Imagine a wondrous childhood where over three thousand acres of land lay to be explored on horseback? Where it was safe to leave after breakfast and not come home till dark? Where at anytime your pet list included a half dozen chickens, up to twenty motherless lambs or calves, horses, ducks, goats and dogs?

My first paid job was as a roustabout for a shearing team when I was thirteen. Here, I met some of the outback’s true characters; a deeper appreciation for humour, regardless of the situation, was born. I feel privileged that my parents pulled us all out of school (just before my final year exams) so that we could go droving for a month. I joined the likes of Henry Lawson and Banjo Paterson on horseback; those were hours of staring at the moving masses of animals ahead, and the great silent expanses of the open road. You cannot but be provoked to poetry, music or creative writing when surrounded by the palette of moving scenery and blissful solitude.

I was unaware that stories of my childhood sounded straight from a film set, naively believing that the majority of people understood the fine balance we humans hold with the land, animals and the gift we call life.  Folk from the bush tend to be quieter, more reserved; but in no way should that be perceived as less intelligent. With the stillness and quiet comes a deeper understanding of and connection to the fragility of life – of the inner sanctuary of strength of character, and appreciation of friendship and community bonds.

As writers, our anthropocentrism runs deep. Blinded by the politics and theatrics of human relationships, we forget that a piece can be just as interesting without the people, as dramatic simply by utilising the environment and the landscape. Caught by the busyness and artificiality of their surroundings, many writers forget to indulge in the quiet inner space, or of the peace which can be attained by noticing the delicate details etched in any leaf, blade of grass or flower. I feel blessed to have been exposed to the harshness of the outback life, now able to harness the solitude and imagery it has gifted me as a writer.


Annie Evett
Annie Evett

Annie writes a weekly column for Write Anything  ( ) and Type A Mom ( , is coauthor of an online adventure series Captain Juan ( and has written a survival guide for parents – Reclaim Sex After Birth. ( Continue your discovery of her writing at her site (


1100 words copyright Annie Evett/ Anne Whitaker 2010
Licensed under Creative Commons – for conditions see Home Page