• Limits: My Worst Nightmare

    I feel like I’ve had a big shift happen over the last week or so. My thinking cap has been out in full force and I’ve been mulling over things that have randomly popped out into my head. A few of those have been big surprises to me. Some have been what I’ve know for a long time and I’m finally coming home to it. The biggest one it all about limits. Personal limits, writing limits, work limits, life limits.  To me, it’s a little bit daunting. I don’t work well with limits, in fact limits terrify me. They make me feel caged in and make me want to run away.…

  • Comparisons: A Writer’s Worst Enemy

    Everyone knows all about comparisons, sometimes we get brought up with comments such as, ‘Oh that’s not what your brother does, you want to be like him don’t you?’ Our parent’s didn’t know what we now know as adults. They thought that a little bit of healthy competition was good, and it is…but when it morphs into comparison, something has gone drastically wrong. As a writer it can be paralysing. It’s a damn good worst enemy. I am lucky enough to get a chance to read some brilliant work, before anyone else. My bestie and I like to acknowledge her as my critic partner, Peta, has given me a copy…

  • Time Has No Meaning When Dealing With Grief

      Grieving is a funny process. It’s overwhelming and it’s probably harder than anything I’ve ever had to come across. Since Saturday I haven’t been able to keep a clear track of what’s been happening. Days are mixed up. I feel like it’s still Saturday and I’m going through the motions. I’m laughing to keep myself sane, keeping busy to stop the thoughts but most of all I’m trying to stop the tears. I’m keeping them at bay. I wrote this in the midst of things. It was going to be this post but I got distracted by everything and I didn’t get a chance to finish it. Starting today’s…

  • Dead Letter Circus

      Today’s blog post is supposed to be about the writing progress (I now have more than 1600 words towards my novel and I epically wrote 1400 on the way to Bendigo to see my darling friend) but after last night. Just wow. I don’t think I can cover writing and that’s okay, these are my words, this is my safe place, I can do whatever I want and no one can tell me otherwise. I should start at the beginning. My love affair with Dead Letter Circus was when I heard Big while I was trolling youtube for new music to write with. This was close to five years…

  • Following My Dreams

    I vowed to stop doing writing and reading when I eat, it’s not very beneficial to being present in a meal, but sometimes I get the most vivid of ideas when I’m sitting at the table eating and just thinking. So I had to get this down! I’ve learned a lot more lately. My short trip back home over the weekend was different. I ran away when I should have spoken up because I didn’t want to hurt the feelings of a loved one and it was easier to than snapping but I also learned something else, something that I probably should have confirmed. I’m allowed to do things for…

  • The Bottom Of The Well

      For weeks I’d felt like something was off. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I was having random chest pains from the stress at work and the stress of money. Or at least I thought I was. I took deep breaths and waited for the feeling to pass. I did meditation and had long hot bubble baths. But even still I felt off. On Friday, the day before my life changed completely I felt weird; disconnected; hollow. I mentioned this to my bestie and she tried to help me through it. I thought I was past it. Saturday rolled around and I woke up at 6:16am, a full…

  • Sharing Sunday – A little message

    It’s just ticked over into Monday here, so it’s technically not even Sunday. So as you’ve all noticed there was no Sharing Sunday. I had one lined up. I had all of the info from it but the unthinkable happened yesterday. I got a call and found out that my dad had passed away. It still doesn’t feel real saying that because he was my dad. I was joking with him on Thursday and he was in good spirits. He was always smiling, always happy and just…my dad. He’s the first person who taught me out to drive, who gave me lectures when I was bad, who shared stories from…

  • A Stickler for Rules

      So I never realised that I was a stickler for rules until I was coerced into reading a book for uni. It was a Cormac McCarthy novel that I’m refusing to name because I just…it infuriated me to read it. I didn’t actually get to finish it because of my course load and the fact that I just blatantly hated it. Hating a book has always made it hard for me to read something from cover to cover (indifference too, I will not, nor will I ever read LoTR, sorry guys). But the story was engaging, it was Cormac McCarthy, of course it was engaging, but it was the…

  • Listening to My Body

      My happy place has always been the beach. I learned this as a teenager and I’ve been dreaming of getting down to the beach, but I don’t have a car at the moment and with public transport it would be an hour and forty minute trip down, so I’ve been missing out. I’ve been craving it really. It might have been because I’ve self diagnosed myself with a possible muscle tear from Body Attack and put myself on rest. Uneasy rest mind you, but I’m trying to listen to my body. I’m trying really hard to slow down. I rely on my legs, a lot, and the possible tear…

  • Sharing Sunday – Olive Branch

      So I’ve decided that Sunday is now going to be called Sharing Sunday and I’m going to make a practiced effort to share bits and pieces of my writing with you. That and Sunday’s generally tend to be the days where I schedule everything around Body Attack and So You Think You Can Dance, but it’s now moved to Thursdays (really annoyed about that this week. I was looking forward to it!) Any way without further chatter from me here is Olive Branch. My first toddler steps into creative non-fiction aka literary fiction. I hope you like it. It’s also a bit long, so bear with it.   Olive Branch…