• Writing Wednesday

      Today’s Writing Wednesday is a little late, I had to work at my retail job and then jump onto a bus, which I nearly missed but ran to get, to start my internship for the week which involved us finally getting somewhere! Yessss. Finally. I’m off to Sydney tomorrow for BEAus, way excited, hopefully things go smoothly! Describe your characters favourite stuffed toy. What’s the memory attached to it? Why is it so significant to their lives? How long have they had it. Send me your tries if you want some feedback to my email. Do itttt. Don’t forget to sign up to my newsletter and check out Sharing…

  • Sharing Sunday – Echoes

    Today’s Sharing Sunday piece is by Gabriela and it’s a poem! Yay for mixed pieces other than short stories. It’s called Echoes and when she was thinking up the poem she had a picture in her mind of a huge dark, endless empty room, and trying to put those images into words. It was only after writing the first sentence did she realise how much of a metaphor that empty room was. After that the poem became a little more personal. So without anymore waffling from me here is Echoes. Echoes There’s silence, only silence.Nothingness, and nothing more.And yet, the nothingness is crushing,And the lull, a deafening roar.There’s blackness, utter darkness And…

  • Writing Wednesday

      I need to stop listening to music that makes me want to run away and write for days and days on ends. Today’s Writing Wednesday prompt is courtesy of an amazing song. I can’t reveal it yet because it’s being featured in a post of mine! Waiting for the End Your character is waiting at the station for their lover. It’s growing colder and darker but they refuse to leave. What is so important? Explain it. Good luck guys! Send me your tries to dreaming(at)dreamingfullyawake(dot)com or better yet supply them for #sharingsunday. Good luck! Ps if you want more great snippets of info and sneak peaks at what I’m working…

  • Sharing Sunday – Hydrosensual

      Ahhh, I do love it when my persistence finally gets through. I’ve been cajoling my writer friends for pieces from them because they all have such beautiful imagination and the world needs to see what’s happening inside their brains! I have writers, poets, singers, fashion designers and so many more but they’re all terrified of sharing their work. I’m not sure why, maybe they’re trying to find their feet, but nevertheless it doesn’t deter me from cajoling them. Today’s Sharing Sunday piece is by the lovely Jan. She comes across as intimidating when you first meet her because she’s loud and exuberant but quickly you realise that is part of…

  • Writing Wednesday

    It’s Writing Wednesday and while this is a little late today! Today’s prompt is all about dropping out of the now and into where you want to be. Imagine you’re on a plane. Where is that plane going and what are you wearing? Send me your tries to dreaming(at)dreamingfullyawake(dot)com. I’d love to use some!

  • Sharing Sunday – Jorja’s Poem

    This weeks Sharing Sunday piece is one by a family friend of mine. His daughter, Jorja, has Angelman Syndrome and hasn’t had the easiest of starts to life but that doesn’t make her any more beautiful. I’ve watched her grow from a baby and it’s astounding at how tall she is and how gorgeous and room brightening her smile is. She truly is a joy to be around. I should warn you, this poem made me teary, so make sure you bring some tissues along for the ride. Leave Vange a message in the comments and if you’re interested in helping find a cure, reach out, educate people, it helps.…

  • Counting Your Words: Tips on How to Get a Writing Habit Healthy

    I’ve been told by many, that I write a lot of words. My record is 1.4k in 15 minutes, I’m not bragging but my fingers and wrists were killing me after, it was stream of consciousness and I’m not sure how it even happened, but it did. Do you know that writing is actually quite easy when you set goals that start out small, then gradually you build on it? NaNoWriMo is starting soon (and by soon I mean November, you’ve got time Dreamers) and it means it’s time for the plotting to start, but the writing frenzy of a month is built around the simple truth to writing: you…

  • Writing Wednesday

    It’s that time again, Writing Wednesday is here, it makes me look forward to hump day now, and today’s prompt is a the culmination of me watching far too much 24 in the last few days. I used to love that show and now that it’s got a new season going on (I think it might be finished already) but I thought I’d get through it all before. So here is your prompt. Good luck and send it to me (dreaming(at)dreamingfullyawake(dot)com) if you get done with it! Your character is a secret government agent. In the future. They’re job is to make sure that their mission goes off without a…

  • Writing Process Blog Hop

    Thanks to the gorgeous soul that is Steph, I’ve got another blog hop. I sort of love these, purely because I have the chance to write more about my practice but also get to learn more about others. So watch out for the tags below, you might be one of them. Tell us a little about yourself My name’s Amanda Kontos, but I go by Mandi, and I’m a writer, editor and writing coach. I’m originally from Adelaide but currently reside Melbourne, where I’ve fallen in love with the city’s charm, hipster nature and great cafes. I write urban fantasy and enjoy breaking the mould with mythology and modern twists.…

  • Sharing Sunday – Cheeseburgers and Werewolves

    Here we are again! Another Sharing Sunday, this week we’ve got ourselves another American. Tegon wrote his piece as it was inspired by a friend…52 years old who was terrifed of a the dark and possessed a real fear of werewolves and all things that go bump in the night. As it turns out, while a work, he his food everywhere and would secret it out during the course of the day to feed his never satisified hunger…his favourite treat…cheeseburgers. I hope you enjoy the piece. Leave Tegon some love in the comments guys.  Cheeseburgers and Werewolves Saturday, October 25 1958…  Shortly after my twelfth birthday, my Uncle, who I rarely…