I have an idea… the idea is to blog my writing projects. The research process; how the writing evolves; shapes itself. The further that I venture into this degree and the more that I write, the more I learn about my practice. A lot of that final piece that you go to see on a stage in a dimly lit room is the product of the act of putting pen to paper but, a hell of a lot isn’t. A hell of a lot is other ‘stuff’. Continue reading
First things first, happy new year. Here’s to a 2016 of love, creativity and simplicity. There. The big ’S’ word – I said it.
A few things to share about the last couple of months or so:
- I applied to do my masters (writing for performance) and got in (!) which means that, yes, after 7 years (7 YEARS…eek!) I’ll be hitting the books again to which I say – bring it on. I’m feeling nervous and excited and apprehensive and excited and, well, just excited really. I’m finally going to have the chance to study my craft – full time – and for that opportunity I feel truly, truly blessed.
- I’ve made the decision to ‘unplug’ this year. To disconnect. Continue reading
On Sunday afternoon I attended my first Women of Letters event. For those of you who haven’t heard about WoL, it’s a beautiful, inspiring, uplifting and diverse celebration of female talent curated by Marieke Hardy and Michaela McGuire. Each month, five Melbournian writers (be they actors, novelists, comedians, songwriters, journalists etc.) come together for one afternoon to pay homage to the lost art of letter writing by writing a letter themselves – addressed to whoever they like – that is centred around a chosen theme for that month. Sunday’s theme was “burning bridges” and the panelists’ responses could not have been more diverse, nor more beautiful (this month’s writers were Alannah Hill, Anni Davey, Zoe Foster Blake, Catriona Rowntree & Rachel Power). Continue reading
So, just in case you’re wondering, this is where I was this time last week. No I didn’t just google image “tranquil, picturesque outback spring panorama” and whack it in here – this is a really, real actual photo that I took… and yes, they are alpacas. Woolly, awkward, hilarious alpacas. I made the trip to Port Fairy for their annual Festival of Words: Ex Libris. I read. I wrote. I slept. I walked. I ate. I did yoga. It was glorious.
More dets to come. Just thought it would be nice to share this ultimate Spring picture on this ultimate Spring Melbourne morning.
Much love for now. Have a great week and enjoy the sunshine.
The 2015 MWF has come and gone for yet another year so I thought I’d share some of my scribbles. Although it wasn’t my favourite MWF, it was so lovely to immerse myself in the creativity and ideas of like minded people and to soak up all their wordy goodness. This year, unlike others, I found myself wanting to note take less and enjoy the moment more so, that’s what I did! Before you ask, I’m still undecided on as to which session was my favourite – I keep to-ing and fro-ing between Will Self’s interview for Books and Arts Daily and Coetzee, Kennedy & Malouf: Three Stories. Sessions I attended and favourite little gems below. Continue reading
I’m writing a play. I’ve never written anything for theatre before (aside from my year 11 solo piece), nor have I ever considered writing anything for theatre before. It kinda just happened. In a really organic, unforced, spontaneous way. One minute I was writing what I thought was the beginnings of a novel and then the next I found myself lost in this very real, moving, evolving ‘thing’ in my head that was, well, screaming at me for an outlet through which to be born. Continue reading
And because Charlie died every Friday – gracefully – his instinct, justifiably, kept large mausoleums near; obviously; precisely; quite rightly, so that unexpected variables – Wilbur, Xerxes – yearned zero.
I know when I’m in the zone – when I’m writing something more than the usual meh; when I’m actually onto something – when I feel like I’m wrestling. When it’s not easy. When the words hang somewhere between excruciating and ecstatic and summoning them is laborious, at best. It’s like they are a delicate extension of my hair and they’re caught, actually more than caught, they’re knotted and teased expertly to the hundreds of individual spindles of a wire brush. Pull too hard and I rip my hair out from its roots, give up or don’t pull hard enough and well, I get stuck. Continue reading
This post has been a long time coming.
A very, very long time coming.
It’s been almost exactly 11 months since my last post. And then it had been 7 months between posts before that. So, please, let me explain.
I’ve been unwell. Quite unwell actually. I’ve spent the last two and a half years in and out of hospitals, struggling to manage my mental health. For those two and a half years, life stopped. Continue reading
On my quest to find my own writing routine I stumbled across these gems from Miller and just had to share.
Hope you get as much out of them (all these years later) as I did.
’til next time xx
* Work Schedule taken from Henry Miller on Writing