As a preface, I wrote this on the bus on the way to and from work today. On the way home I was doing a quick edit and the guy behind me kept laughing. Well I don’t think what I’ve written is anywhere near funny enough to warrant persistent laughter that isn’t some form of … More Progress report #2 – the NaNoWriMo Prep Edition!
In 2013 I read this article ‘Find what you love and let it kill you’ by concert pianist, James Rhodes. His words have stayed with me. Rhodes writes: ‘We seem to have evolved into a society of mourned and misplaced creativity. A world where people have simply surrendered to (or been beaten into submission by) … More Is this supposed to hurt?
Over the weekend my world went into social-media meltdown. A month or so ago my ex-partner contacted me to let me know he’d found an old box of my stuff and would I come and get it from his front porch, please. The box contained dozens of photos from the 90s – mostly eighteenth birthday … More My slow-click manifesto
So let’s just get this out upfront. This book is LONG. Really long. I would say too long. It could have benefited from more editing. Also there are too many typos, which I guess can happen when a book is so bloody LONG because who is going to manage to read all those words and … More Book Review – Brandon Sanderson (no relation)’s The Way of Kings. Or, putting the EPIC back into epic fantasy.
This week is mental health week here in Australia. There’s been a bunch of stuff happening at my work – free boxing and Pilates classes, posters up everywhere about committing to take time out for yourself, seminars on organisational awareness (whatever that means) and how to look after yourself if you’re caring or someone with … More This is how it is
Some days everything I touch, I drop onto a floor that’s not been mopped in weeks. The words that yesterday flowed free today are stopped. And I want to stop too, myself, and sleep. This poem is the crust, these words I utter The last scraping from the jar of peanut butter. I see them … More Butter side down days
You didn’t used to mean anything to me. You were a tired month of nothing in particular, the one that came before Christmas and the New Year. You were a month to be got through with the hope of holidays not too far off. By the time I reached you, the year had already gone … More Dear November, I love you
It’s 2am and the baby is awake. I’m walking up and down the corridor carrying him, trying not to trip on strewn blocks and books and clothes and pencils and trucks. Even in the semi-darkness the house is unmanaged chaos. And I really, really, really want to go back to sleep. But the baby is … More This imperfect life
So this is it! The first update on progress of Smoke born (working title), which is the first part in a young adult fantasy series I’m working on. This feels like a book that has to get written. I started a version of it a few years ago and tailed off before I reached the … More Progress report #1 – The story that won’t go away
I love to walk. I’m not talking epic, adventurous, multi-day hikes through remote wilderness. I just love the walk down to the shops, the quick round-the-block with Jack in his pusher, the stroll by the lake. I have been without a car for long periods of time at various times in my life, partly because … More On why I’m happiest walking