Magical Mystery Tours

The Fortune Teller


What a momentous few days I’ve just had. Where to begin? Thursday night sounds like a good place to charge out of the starting blocks. My lovely friend Sarah invited me to The Firehouse Hotel to have a glass of wine and a tarot reading. The fabulous Frankie Starr is there each week offering up fee-free readings. How can you resist?

With trepidation I cut the cards. Please don’t belt with doom and gloom! I prayed.

As Frankie dealt the cards, her nails sparkled a mystical red, and I held my breath, longing for good news. Movement, passion, creativity, adventure and love on the cards! Magic! Just what I need. And a decision: Where to next?

“Pick a place, any place,” she said. “Get up and go. And don’t look back!”

“Where to go? What to do?” I thought. “I’ll see what transpires on the weekend before I make any rash decisions.”

Cue the weekend: I ride into town on my trusty green and yellow steed, pulling into the wharf at Circular Quay with an hour to wallow in a bowl of coffee before wandering down to the Sydney Writers’ Festival, where I was greeted with front row seats (on the floor) at a wonderful talk on myth and fairytales.

View from the Front Row

View from the Front Row

“What do you want to write?” I was asked as I scoffed down my lunch in preparation for a talk on small ‘l’ love.

“I haven’t found my story yet. But I love stories of magic set in reality. And true tales of adventure. So, maybe something that combines those things.”

And from fairytales to explorers I went, to hear tales of polar expeditions, Himalayan hikes and my favourite, a nomadic adventure across the Eurasian steppe. For years I’ve been fascinated by Mongolia, so when I saw Tim Cope’s book, On the Trail of Genghis Khan, on the shelf at my brother’s house, I had to read it! What an inspiring story! He had a dream to cross the steppe on horseback from Mongolia to Hungary to understand the nomadic way of life. He followed that dream, faced incredible adversity, and lived to tell the tale. As did his dog, who I was delighted to meet at the festival!

Thank you to all the adventurers, and trailblazers, dreamers and visionaries. All the people who have a goal or a dream. The ones who take the road less travelled. The ones who take the road more travelled and re-purpose it! To all of you, thank you. I’ll see you out there on the road. Because I found my story that day. My tale of magic set in reality, that’s taking me into a true adventure story. Look out Ireland, I’m headed your way!

Will I see you out there on the road too?


Keep on Truckin’

Keep on Truckin’

I’m pushing on with my writing tonight, cruising on down to the Australian Writer’s Centre to discover the wonderful world of 140 character limits. I’ve avoided that damn social media site since its inception, but it’s time I sucked it up and got my tweet on. Friends have asked me, “what the hell is a hashtag?” and I intend to answer their plaintive cries for answers. We’re not that old, but we’ve been running from this thing the way my grandparents bolted from those new fandangled VCR thingamajiggies back in the 80’s!

I know you’re laughing at me as I sit here feeling as ancient as a dust encrusted corpse. But I’ll show you! I’m getting my Twitter handle locked and loaded and you’ll be able to tweet me at @kyliedcastor faster than you can say something really fast!


Before I run off into the twittery night, I want to give a little shout out to my boy, Sven. Dude, you’re awesome. And remember,

Winston Churchill said:

When you’re going through Hell, keep going.

Aunty Schmill says:

Keep on trucking’.

Hell in a Handbasket

Hemingway said:

The first draft of anything is shit.

He was right.

Heeding his words, I deleted my first draft of tonight’s post. I’d been pissing and moaning about having no inspiration; about the hideous guitarist downstairs; about the petty dramas of everyday life, and my inability to hold true to my promise to write every day until my birthday.

I hit the internet, in search of things beginning with the letter ‘H’ in the hopes they’d inspire my writing. I found Hoover’s Happy Hustling Helpers over at Oregon State University.

Hoover’s Happy Hustling Helpers

And these happy souls when I searched for ‘Hair’:

Happy & Hairy

However, words continued to elude me. “I’m going to Hell in a hand basket,” I thought. “And I wonder where that saying comes from?” Apparently heads will roll after a collision with a guillotine. Thus, a basket was a handy way for the previous owner to carry them straight to Hell. Gary Martin‘s call to modernise the saying had me laughing in agreement.


I’m going to hell in a hovercraft!

Will you be joining me?

And so it begins

In the Deep End

Time to start flexing my writing muscles again after going missing in action for an ungodly amount of time. When I say ungodly, yes, I do mean that I was hanging in the underworld with Lucifer himself. But you can only warm your feet by the fire for so long. They soon start to itch and it’s time to get the Hell out of there!

So, what am I going to write about? I don’t know yet! Then why am I writing? For the joy of writing. And to bring a little magic back into life. One. Word. At. A. Time.

Today’s word: Art.

“Why art?” I hear you ask. Why not? It starts with A, just like the Alphabet. AND because I got a phone call recently from my friend Ronan. All aflap, he says “the exhibition’s been moved forward to July! Holy Fuck!” Setting off a chain of events that have led me here. And to setting up another blog over here. And needing an occasional shiraz over here. And here. And here. All in the last few days!

So, to be double-blogging is going to test my mettle. But what’s a mettle if it’s not to be tested? Hey, I’ve faced bigger challenges than this. In fact, I have a list of 150-odd challenges (recently renamed ‘achievements’) to hit. But they’re for another blog post. Today, art. Art and our exhibition, ‘How Big is Your Heart?’ scheduled for an upcoming Shine event. We have 9 weeks to pull our team together and create like there’s no tomorrow! There’s been a mountain of brainstorming amidst the styrofoam and panic attacks, and there’s bound to be plenty of story fodder to chew on. You can check out the menu over at Chiron Creative. At the moment it’s looking a little sparse but by the weekend there should at least be an amuse bouche for you to sample!

In the mean time I’m just enjoying the fact that my creative passion has been reignited. I’m saving the meltdown for after the show!