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  • Melbourne Writers Festival and Me

    I am the proud owner of a cunning new plan. I’ve just unwrapped it, and there it is, slowly spinning on the Lazy Susan of my mind, while I sit wondering why on earth it took me so long to… Continue reading

  • Coming Home

    Let this heart I wear on my sleeve draw all of its letters in the sand… not just the ones I think you will like me for. And in that sand, let there be scribbles of the past, the present,… Continue reading

  • The Rose

    The rose began to wither, in her heart of woven gold, the ocean melted in her eyes for stories never told. The window shone the morning bright, not once did she look there, the darkness had become her and the… Continue reading

  • Riding In Trains With Girls

    Australia is out the window and I’m feeling every bit of it. The wobble of a train-shaken gut, the blur of gum trees and their naked cousins—every element of this three-hour train ride seems to be working together, whipping me into… Continue reading

  • The Voice

    We are like two dots on a musical theatre map of the world. And every time I fall into a moment where it’s just him and me, and all the musical love hearts…I just can’t help but feel changed. Allow… Continue reading

  • How Mood Affects Writing

    I’ll be honest with you. I-am-cranky. There. I’ve said it. And now I don’t even know what words are going to end up in this sentence because my fingers are just banging away without me even thinking, without me even… Continue reading

  • This Creative Life

    Isn’t the world of creativity fascinating? For so many reasons, really. But I’ve always been fascinated by the unconscious aspects of the way we create, particularly how the unconscious feeds the creative mind, almost as if it is a direct… Continue reading

  • The Wonder of the Universe

    This world of ours is filled with magic. I’ve always believed it, because, quite frankly, there have been some things in my life that have defied any sort of rational explanation, no matter how hard I’ve tried to make sense… Continue reading

  • The Dreamer in Me

    It’s a world for thinkers, isn’t it, this one we live in? A world where everything has a name. A world where everything and everyone has a reason to be. In this thinking dominated world, it’s all about the boxes,… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 31. The Land of Darling

    Come with me to the land of darling. A place where night-lights watch over sleeping babes. A place where laughter skips ’round the edge of the world, looking for a new soul to leap into when the time is right.… Continue reading