• 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…

  • 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…

  • Fully Awake Dreamer – Tom O’Connell

    Today’s Dreamer is a writer who stumbled into my life when he entered a piece into the audio journal I was working on at uni (which is now my baby through my internship!) and someone who I wasn’t actually very close to until we started the back and forth commentary on our blogs! Amazing how things work out sometimes. He’s a really great guy and finally getting to introduce him to you all here! Tell us a little about yourself and what you write. I’m Tom O’Connell, a writer, editor and tea aficionado based in Melbourne, Australia. I once defined myself as a literary short fiction writer, but my tastes…

  • 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…

  • Graduating from Veronica Mars

      My life no long has any meaning. I’ve watched the Veronica Mars movie and I still want MORE. How does that happen? Rob Thomas give me more. Make another kickstarter campaign, WB make another movie. I want to see more. I can’t believe that all those years ago, when VM started, I was only 16 and I was in my second to last year at high school. I fell in love with the show and while the hype was big, Channel 10 didn’t think it was worth it and took it off the air, nothing new there. I spent a long time trying to chase down all of 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…

  • Talking to Characters

    So today is the start of a new week, one where I’m committing myself to getting back on top of my blog schedule. I was feeling burnt out because I was trying to do too much, again. I really need someone to come and clobber me over the head to tell me to stop doing that. I keep doing it. Damn. Today I had schedule time to do some rewriting of my novel before finishing up some B-School fun sheets but my creativity seemed to take a hold of the day and not let up. I’m totally okay with letting it do this. It’s been a while since I’ve been able…

  • Freeing Myself

    I have a confession to make. It’s been playing on my mind a lot lately and I think it’s time to fess up. I’d love to say that I’m always on the go, always ready to do things, but that would be a lie, and my dear dreamers, I don’t want to lie to you. Module two of BE+BH was dropped yesterday before I had to go to work and last night the first module of B-School dropped. I would love to say that I’ve been busily getting on top of it, but frankly I haven’t even printed out the modules or fully looked at all of the vids. I…

  • 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…