I read for the times a book transports me as Ready Player One did. My reading of this book was seamless and filmic — and synchronous, because my real and made-up worlds have a habit of colliding. Mere weeks before reading, a midnight google of “What did Roberta Williams do after Sierra?” led me back … Continue reading
It is a truth universally acknowledged that when your children have school holidays, adventures must be had, and a goodly proportion of these adventures must be had in the real world. During the last summer holidays, we made fridge magnets of wooden circlets cut from fallen branches. We erupted a volcano and linked it to … Continue reading
It was ink dark outside when the contractions started but I waited until 5am before waking him. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked. ‘Yes, I’m sure!’ I said. ‘Could it still be prelabour?’ ‘These are no Braxton Hicks. And they’re getting closer together. I’ve been timing.’ He had good reason to ask: my prelabour had gone … Continue reading
In 1984, a six-year-old girl who fancied herself a writer attended a school she didn’t like with a crotchety teacher she liked even less. The adults in her life convinced her that she should learn to fit into this school-shaped hole and find something other than writing stories to earn real money, because money was … Continue reading
I don’t get writer’s block: I get sharer’s block. I missed last week’s blog post because of it, the first one I have missed all year. Sometimes I write a piece and I think, ‘That’s pretty good!’ But, by the time I have given it a day or a week to ferment, it morphs into … Continue reading
I wrote a daily diary during my FAWWA residency, which is sadly at an end. To follow, are snippets of my days. Thanks so much to FAWWA for allowing me into this special space, and to the critters who put up with my too-hard typing. All photos are from Mattie Furphy House and surrounds. Day … Continue reading
I recently had cause to think on where it all began. While I have been writing poems and stories for as long as I can remember, I started to get serious about my writing in 2012, when ‘The Man with the Purple Halo’ placed third in that year’s Trudy Graham-Julie Lewis Literary Award. That was … Continue reading
