• Sharing Sunday – Grief

      The next dreamer on the list is Jerrie. We share a mutual acquaintance in the form of retail jobs and had a swell time sitting next to each other in class (oops sorry to the lecturer who shall not be named but we were sort of mean). This next story is gorgeous. I remember reading it and workshopping it in class. I hope you love it just as much.   Grief I woke up that morning knowing exactly what I was going to do. In my imagination I could still see you there, feel the warmth of your body and the touch of your coarse skin, the stale feeling of…

  • Sharing Sunday – A Settling of Ash

      Today’s sharing sunday goes to my beautiful critic partner and best friend, Peta Hawker. I remember drafting this piece with her and urging her to give more. I loved Esther and whole premise of the story. I hope you love just as much.   A Settling of Ash A settling of ash Esther sat hunched on the shore, the waves crashing at her feet, her head hanging between her knees. At her back rose the elegant tower she could no longer call home. It was only a day ago that she had stood on the balcony of her parent’s room and watched the army move closer to the city,…

  • Taking the Long Way Home

    Maite’s Rest outside of Apollo Bay I’ve been musing on when I started writing, yup there’s the dolphin notebook that contains my very first story, but something else has been on my mind besides that. You see I used to write just a whole bunch of dialogue, I thought I had covered that here, but I may have been dreaming it (or my skimming skills really aren’t that great), so I’m going to talk about the first time I broke out of my dialogue norm and added in some descriptions. This happened at one of my class at Flinders and I still remember very vividly what it was like (check…

  • Emotional Turmoil

      You know I always knew the mind was a strong muscle but until yesterday I never knew how strong. I’ve always known that my writing and I have had a strong tie to my emotions. In times where I’m beyond upset I can’t write a single word. I’ve tried. I’ve written in tears before; I’ve written with my head telling me that I shouldn’t. That sort of pain is hard to write in. Some writers can do their best works in times of high emotion, they’re lucky, really lucky.  Being close to useless was hard, I watched Veronica Mars on the couch before finally passing out for the night,…

  • Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott

      So I finished the book and I’m sitting here wondering: Why the fuck did it take me so long to get around to reading it? (sorry about the colourful language. I try not to use it too much out of my fiction work and when I’m really angry or excited). My answer is: Mandi you had uni and FTCM and work and OB and your novel. That’s a lot of ands. I finished it and now I’m staring at my book, which fell apart when I set out to read it while it was hot outside, and I keep seeing the gold mine that this book is. There are so…

  • Beyond The Great Divide

    I feel like I just stole a Linkin Park song title…oops. Today I want to talk a little bit about the all and mighty powerful Fear. Fear has been something that I spent my entire life dreading. As a kid I suffered from a case of anxiety that even my doctor didn’t know I had. It wasn’t until I was old enough to actually understand the symptoms that I even know it was a kind of anxiety problem and it seemed to stay with me for a very long time (even now I get mild cases where I have to check and recheck facts and places before I’m 100% sure…