#wordstorm

“my blood is a mix of coffee & tea”

Recently I spoke to a friend about writing, specifically poetry. A couple of verses I wrote came to mind, verses I feel define me:

my blood is a mix of coffee & tea and words from authors long dead

I wondered, how much of me is made of the words of authors long dead? Where do their voices end so mine can begin?

The question hit me because I’ve been trying my hand at poetry. Perhaps this is a…

#wordstorm: looking at flowers

At the grocery store yesterday, I photographed many flower arrangements. It’s not spring yet, but flowers remind me of what’s to come! Time flies, and soon it will be warm. There’ll be more flowers, ladybugs, even bees (which I hate.) I’ll be able to wear shorter sleeves.

There’ll be a smell of new in the air.

A year ago today, Dissonance hadn’t yet been published. I was in the process of…

Write.

A very important word. I should put it on a sticky note on my computer to remind me to write. But I shouldn’t need a reminder–I mean, that’s what I do, right? Right?

It’s been literally years since I’ve kept a personal journal consistently (meaning I wrote at least one entry per month.) For some reason I can’t think of anything to write when I sit down with a fancy leather journal. It’s…

Sooo many things happening recently it’s been insane!! But FUN!

Went to Darwin for Wordstorm, hung out with Nicki Greenberg, Bernard Caleo, Simon Hanselmann and Pat Grant – and many other writers and had a merry old time! And I received this prize!

Then I stopped in Melbourne to talk on a panel at the Emerging Writers Festival about publishing. Now I’m back in Hobart about to organise Her…