A fifteen-year-old boy only just becoming aware of the joys of masturbation? That I don’t buy. This book had been around long before I had a chance to read it—there’s already been a movie made, for God’s sake! I am usually pretty slow to jump on bandwagons (I still haven’t read Harry Potter and probably never… Continue reading [review] the perks of being a wallflower
After five years teaching English in Japan, I have packed up my belongings, my soon-to-be husband, and marginally overweight cat and made my not-so-glorious return to Australia and unemployment. Hooray(?) for me! I suppose the one good thing to come out of the fruitless task of tracking down work in rural NSW is that I… Continue reading [blog post] the freedom(?) of the unemployed
Writer’s Writer Daily Prompt http://writers-write-creative-blog.posthaven.com/daily-writing-prompt-F7KD0M I always take a shower and two Panadol before I leave home. I do this because trains make me feel dirty and I don’t want to contribute to the filth by setting my sweaty self down on the seat so many others have used before me. The Panadol are… Continue reading [short story] writing prompt #001
Camp NaNoWriMo July 2015 is underway and I … am already behind. While I could whip up excuses about how I’m tired and it’s hard balancing a full-time job, an online store, an exercise routine and house work but the fact of the matter is I’m just not focused. I’m in the middle of a… Continue reading [blog post] drawing counts as writing, right?
One week until Camp NaNoWriMo July 2015 officially gets underway. I’ve not had much luck with the NaNo experience, having quit partway through last year’s November haul. I made it to the 30k mark on a literary project specifically designed for the event only to label it a monumental piece of shite about two weeks… Continue reading [blog post] the countdown is on
At a table set for two, tucked away in the corner of a restaurant whose name she couldn’t pronounce, Miss Williams slipped into the leather upholstered seat. A crystal pendant light hung low above the table, casting nightmarish shadows from the proud napkin swans across the white tablecloth as she set down her clutch and… Continue reading [short story] a table for two