Wednesday, December 6, 2017

And THE WINNER IS...


The winner of the $20 gift voucher to spend at...



is..... (drum roll)

JODIE DORT!!!!


Yay, Jodie! I will be in touch shortly.



Thank you to everyone who entered! And a massive thank you to all those who I know have gone in and already shopped at Duck Junction for Christmas gifts!

Stay tuned for more great giveaways leading up to Christmas!

And remember, shop local this Christmas!


Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Dream Chasers at Duck Junction



If your new to my blog then welcome! Here on my 'Dream Chasers' posts I am passionate about supporting and nurturing the passions and dreams of others. Today we welcome a new local Boonah business owners, Wendy and Leila and their store, Duck Junction!






We locals here in Boonah are proud of our little country town nestled in the heart of the Scenic Rim, an area of outstanding natural beauty.

High Street, the centre of the main shopping area, boasts some of the most charming country cafes and gift shops around.

New comers Duck Junction sell a wonderful range of fashion, homewares and jellewery.







Recently, I had the pleasure of meeting the owners of Duck Junction, Leila and Wendy! 
Welcome! 




Tell us a bit about yourselves:

"Well, we have worked in retail for some years. Wendy moved to Boonah and we thought a homewares and gift shop was needed in the village. When this shop became available, we thought is was a gem and decided to proceed. We wanted a quirky name and Duck Junction finally won the vote."

Thank ladies!




Christmas is creeping its merry way closer and closer to us all, so if you are looking for a great place to do some Christmas shopping and to support local business this year check out Duck Junction.

I personally have my eye on their gorgeous navy blue cushions and framed feather prints! All the pretty things live in this shop, trust me!


Girlfriends, teachers and grandmothers on your shopping list might love their dining smelling soaps or funky photo frames or what about their range of fun tea towels and homewares?





To win a  $20 gift card at Duck Junction simply leave a comment with your email address on this blog post. A winner will be drawn at random on the 6th of Dec, 2017.

STORE FRONT:  Duck Junction, 40 High Street Boonah.
PH: 0435 004 025  OR 0417 725 551
EMAIL: look@duckjunction.com.au

(*You must be an Australian resident to enter. Gift voucher is only redeemable in store at Duck Junction in Boonah, Australia. Winner will be drawn on INSERT DATE and notified via email.)


Would you or your business, book, art, or something else you feel is your dream like to be featured on this blog? I am passionate about nurturing the passions and dreams of others. Get in touch with me at tab@zaeya.com

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About the writer of this blog: Tabitha Bird is a freelance writer and poet who lives and works in the rural township of Boonah, Australia. Her writing has appeared in Mused Literary Review and MOPS Australia. Her novel, THE IMPOSSIBILITY OF WATERS, is a work of literary fiction dusted with magical realism and draws deeply from her personal experiences of healing from childhood trauma. It is currently long listed for the 2017 Mslexia Novel Competition. Her husband, three beautiful boys and Chihuahua are all the reasons she needs to believe there is still magic in the world.

Find me at: www.tabithaannbird.com






Wednesday, November 8, 2017

It's a Long Way to THE CALL.



It's a long way. You know?

She was four. Alone. And crying about the twisted sheets in her nightmares.

She was fifteen. Alone. And raging because she could never keep the bruises away from her mother's legs or the storm from the inside of her house.

She was twenty-one. Married. Still alone. She was hiding because she wanted something lost to be found. And sometimes when you are desperate to be seen you are truely terrified for eyes to look upon you.

She was thirty. Still Married. Still alone. And shaking because now she had two babies who needed to be close to her in ways she couldn't even be close to herself. Children who needed a mother when she herself needed mothering.

She was thirty-one. Everything fell apart.
The carefully arranged house of cards. What she didn't know was when that house of cards fell her life was not being destroyed, it was being rebuilt. She found writing and wild words and she longed to let them loose. To give them legs and wings and all manner of roaring and beastly freedoms. She also found a God who had never left her after all. 

She was thirty-three. And now she had written a first book, numerous short pieces, poetry and of course this blog. She found an audience of poets and authors and friends. And those who were hurting just like she had been. They found her those people with bruises on their heart walls. And they read her words. To this girl's wondrous surprise her words were helping. Healing. She thought she was giving something, when really she was recieving from those who hugged her close and said, "You write the words that are locked inside me."
Yes, she thought. I understand, because these words were locked inside me once too.

She was thirty-four. Thirty-five. Thirty-eight. By forty she had written book number two with book number three well on the way. This is it. This will be the year. This one. She was still writing. And wanting. Dreaming that her words might find their place with someone who believed in them. Someone who could refine them and help her birth a book. And hopefully a career.
Write a book. Write it again. Again. Again... and again. Write a query letter. Send it out to agents. Wait. Hope. Wait. She washed those words, dried them, folded them carefully, arranged them. A wonderful agent offered editorial feedback and the chance to resubmit. She threw those words back in the wash again.

There were now three little boys (the eldest not so little anymore) and she daily learnt that it was okay to be herself, okay to love deep and wide and all at once or in tiny, precious drops. It was okay for that love to be a messy, dripping thing that was often hard to give but impossible to hold onto.
There was a man who been by her side for over half of her life and still decided daily that he wanted to stay. You know who you are Matthew Bird!

The book was queried to eight-five agents. Eighty. FIVE. She was blessed with twenty-one literary agents who requested either the full manuscript or the first three chapters. There was one revise and resubmit from an agent who was very generous with her time, three referrals from published authors to their own agents on her behalf and a long-suffering critique partner, the infamous Wen Baragrey.
Then, right before she turned forty-one...something happened.

All the wanting. All the dreaming. All the writing. And re-writing. And re-writing. All the times she was alone. All the times she prayed and cried out. All the times she nearly gave up on her belief that there was indeed a plan. It all came together.

A literary agent read her book...and loved it. Her words had found a home. The wonderful Nicole Payne of Golden Wheat Literary offered to represent this girl and her wild words. 

And do you know what that girl did?
She cried. And then... she smiled like a goofy, happy thing. A smile so large it said everything she could ever find words for.

Her smile said, "Sometimes, it's a long way. You know?"

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I am offically represented by Nicole Payne at Golden Wheat Literary in the USA. We now prepare my work to go on submission to publishing houses!


*Thank you to all those who believed in me and my writing. Matt Bird. My boys, Isaiah, Cyrus and Darius. My Nannie. My uncle, Jay. To Esther, and you know all the reasons why.  My family. My mother. My wonderful critique partner, Wen Baragrey.  My friends Jac, Kerryn, Arwyn. My home church. And there are others. Many others. I thank you all.