Authors Thoughts
“Why Can’t You Leave?”
Why can’t you leave The ache was too great. Like someone had plunged an icicle through my shoulder into my heart. I felt as if my wrists were shackled, and my throat caught in the grasp of some beast with strong hands and long claws. The weight of my lies suffocated me and the yearning…
Read MoreAm I Uncanny Valley
“I was raised by a fairy…” is a common line I use. My mum is definitely a fairy. An Aquarius, hippie, witchy fairy. I was raised in the garden, loving music, and always seeing things from a perspective no one dreamed of. I was doubtlessly an odd child. I had a level of intuition that…
Read MoreThe Shackles of Bizzyness
Emails crackle like static handcuffs, shocking me whenever I pull away. There is always something to drag me back. Like a digital prison spiking my morning meal with heroin to keep me scrolling. Nothing is more addictive than the scroll. Nothing is more training than the stress. “She’s gone mad. She’s screaming and rocking and…
Read MoreI Take Off My Glasses To See
I take off my glasses to see The crisp edges of the world melt into each other as I take off my glasses and sink into the pool. It’s hazy and green in the daytime, but right now in the pink afternoon it is liquid black satin. Dirty from digging in the garden, I relish…
Read MoreFaulty Ignition
For those who also have trouble starting. It’s Winter. It’s always hard to get up in Winter. It’s cold outside and warm in bed. And comfy. And cat. Cat is important. I wake up at 4am, go back to sleep until 6, then awake again as my warm snuggle buddy leaves a cold spot as…
Read MoreMissing Desire?
When you have pursued your dreams and lost your way. Something has been creeping up within my consciousness recently. It terrifies me. I’m not sure why or how it happened, but it did and now I feel ill. As if you found out someone took a vital organ and you have a limited amount of…
Read MoreWhat It’s Like Being An Aussie Author
I’ve been to cities that never close down. From Rio, to Southport, and old Busan town. I used to work on cruise ships and through that I’ve been to nearly forty countries. I’ve met authors from every continent (except Antarctica). It was a joke between a guitarist on the cruise ship and I, that we’d get a local beer from every port we stopped in. In that spirit I have some kind of beverage (alcoholic or not) with every author I chat to. These are the things that are what I’ve realised are vastly different, and vastly similar, when you are an Australian Fiction Author.
Read MoreWhat do I want to give the world (and why I’m afraid)
Sometimes you need to plumb the depths of your heart and soul to dig up why you aren’t going in the direction you want to be. This is one of my tentative steps in overcoming that.
Read MoreWhat it Means to be an Author
Who truly knows what being an author truly means? I can only hope I come close to it and that this blog helps to free and revive your creative spirit.
Read MoreDistracted Like a Pinball Machine
Sometimes being distracted can make you more productive, but you have to know how to use it
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