I find myself perched at the edge of a cliff. Seems like I’ve been here before. Not this overhang, but one similar. A few moments
The Interview ‘Do you understand what I want you to do?’ Not hearing a reply, I looked up, catching his eye for the first time.
When we look back on what has brought us to here, we may recognise the many people who helped us to develop a passion or the skills
An occupational hazard of being a writer is unintentionally cutting oneself off from the world. Which then cuts off the connection to catalysts for
I’ve been a bit neglectful of my blog this year. I could tell you that I’ve been on interstate-trips for the day-job, dealing with grief
Its been quite a few weeks since I’ve posted on my blog, or worked on my second manuscript. So much has happened that it feels
When I signed up to be part of the Australia Day Book Giveaway Blog Hop, hosted by Book’d Out (click on below image), I had
Today I went to the border. Not on purpose. Lost in translation, the tuktuk driver mistakenly took us to the wrong Immigration Police office. So
There’s something romantic about the idea of being a writer abroad. I know I’ve often fantasized about sitting in some cafe far from home, soaking
I’m writing this blog-post from a hotel room in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. As I try to collect my thoughts, the night-darkened street below me is
Traces of stories linger in the most unexpected places Stories are everywhere. I re-discovered this when I became a weaver of baskets. I say ‘re-discover’
If Self-publishing is a Journey…..then today I’m feeling a bit car-sick. I must toughen up, I have a long drive before I reach my destination.
With the release of my first novel becoming a reality, no longer just a One-day Dream, I started thinking…….when does a writer become a ‘real’
As I sit at my desk, listening to a windy night and wondering why Spring is taking so long to make its much awaited appearance,