Writing

  • Krissy Kneen. Melbourne Writers Festival

    Fear of judgement. I could fill a page with all the times it’s crippled me. All the times I wanted to do something but didn’t, all the ways I could have grown in this life of mine if only I’d… Continue reading

  • John Marsden. Melbourne Writers Festival, 2018

    Recently, a friend asked me if I’d ever experienced a ‘sliding doors’ moment. I didn’t even have to think about what my answer would be. I rattled off a moment from the past where a right turn, instead of the… Continue reading

  • 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

  • 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 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 22. The Garden

    Once upon a time, there was a garden. And this garden— Well. It was the most magnificent garden in all the land. Because, in this most darling of places, every day was a new season… And every day was more… Continue reading