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End of Month Wrap – September

Yep, that’s the sum total for September. Another fallow month. I am aiming for a little more in the next few months before the end of the year but it will require some planning. The planning I can do; it’s the execution of it that gets mucked up along the way.

Things to do While Waiting for Life to Resume

After you read the doctor’s letter, pretend it is a breakup letter to the illness ravaging your body and not a statement of irrefutable facts. The white envelope is a dove, torn to pieces, lying at your feet.

At sunset stand against the west wall of the house to feel the heat baked into the bricks warming your back as your face cools. At sunrise, stand against the wall and absorb the coldness into your back as your face warms. When you stand against the bricks, listen to the sound of your breathing in through your nose then out through your mouth. Clench your fists breathing in. Release them breathing out.

Sorrow is not unlike this.

Go into the garden and look for ladybugs. Search around the lemon tree behind the kids’ trampoline and around the garden shed where the parsley self-seeded and flourishes. You will find a stick insect instead.

Uncertainty is not unlike this.

Watch the bees in the flowers. Listen to them. See that the snails have climbed up the fence because rain is coming. When it does rain, count the drops of rain falling from the eaves and see if you can make it to one thousand.

Send a text to your best friend asking how he’s doing at the moment because you haven’t spoken in a while. Send a text to your sister for the same reason. Water the plants when you’re thirsty.

Go back inside and write out a shopping list of what you will need for the week and make it a hymn to the mundane. Include a treat for yourself. Respond to your best friend’s text and invite him over for dinner and ask him what his favourite food is and plan to make it. Add the ingredients to the shopping list you started.

Expectation is not unlike this.

When you go to the shops with your shopping list, tie your shoelaces with the perfect tightness you like. Let the swallows in the underground car park remind you of people scurrying about as the parentheses of your day because prophets have not forgotten how to read the signs.

On the way home from the shops, go to McDonald’s, and while waiting in the drive-thru, decide to order the burger you have never tried (the Filet-o-Fish) and know that this is what disappointment will taste like as you sit in the carpark, rinsing your mouth out with fries. This will remind you that breadcrumbs are for cooking, not for leaving a trail.

Read a book once you’ve unpacked the groceries; the one you said you always would but never get around to. Then read Hamlet and be certain you don’t know the way forward. Read The Road as the antidote.

Draw the flowers in the vase, a daguerreotype of death. Draw them after they have wilted as an act of preservation. Remember your first kiss and why it stays in your memory and not the last kiss you gave or received. Wait for the echo. As the sun sets, measure the distance the shadow travels in an hour as it pushes in like the rising tide. Create a playlist for your wake and make mixtapes to give to people now. Sort through your sock drawer and throw out the old pairs and the holey ones. Make pairs of mismatched socks. Later, consider learning macrame and wonder, when you’re done tying yourself in knots, will you have made something beautiful?

Clarity is not unlike this.

When you read the instructions, “Open Other End,” on the box, you know for certain you will flip the box over but you won’t trust yourself to follow your heart.

Regret is not unlike this.

Learn why the rod and staff were the shepherd’s tools. Wield them and master them for, and over, yourself.

Boundaries are not unlike this.

At dinner, light a candle (one of the good ones, the smelly ones you saved for special occasions) to see how far light travels in the dark because the night is a drawn curtain and limits your view. This is the measure of where you feel safe because of what you can see. You know what lies in the shadows behind the lemon tree and the garden shed: leftover bricks, roofing tiles and black plastic pots. The garden shed is a mausoleum of the lawnmower and garden tools, sundry odds and sods, bags of potting mix and stakes for the tomatoes you’ve been meaning to plant each season. The lemon tree produces fruit whether you tend to it or not. Befriend the certainty of doubt.

Let the shadow’s long fingers collect the cobwebs from the cornice in the ceiling and make fairy floss from it. The shadow offers it to you. You eat it.

Disappointment is not unlike this.

One day you will make friends with the weight of fear to step out the back door and turn on the light. Wait for the possum with its baby to scurry across the top of the fence.

Perception is not unlike this.

Finally, take a shower to experience baptism in the ordinary act of bathing. You will remember the valley and the mountain top are both places of vision. One is a mirror. The other is a lens. Circumstances will teach you how and when to apply the lens, and when and how to use the mirror in order to see clearly. Clarity will come through seeing yourself correctly.

Death is not unlike this.

This is a reworking of a couple of pieces from earlier in the year. Using second person perspective is a very hard sell to market so I am putting it up here for you. I hope you enjoy it.

End of Month Wrap – August

Well, this is embarrassing. There’s nothing here.

No, that’s not an error message. That’s the state of affairs for August.

No submissions. No new stories started. No new stories finished. No old stories finished. A couple of ideas for new stories happened and very brief notes were made. One pointillism piece finished.

Here’s the answer to the question you didn’t ask.

Two cups of emotional fatigue. Splashes of mental health that resembled a dropped trifle. Combined with work demands surrounding the HSC and Major Works. Stir and bake in a tepid oven for ages.

It was about the middle of the month when I pulled the pin on everything and simply stopped worrying about producing work and let the ground remain fallow. The idea of a fallow time is something I want to think about in the new few months.

That’s a wrap on August.

Bird of Paradise (Strelitzia) For Sale $70AUD inc postage in Australia $85AUD inc postage for overseas

End of Month Wrap – July

What happened this month?

Each month there are expectations, and each month there is reality. Somewhere between those extremes is a box of doughnuts that turned up unexpectedly because your daughter has a friend whose mum works for Krispy Kreme, and you don’t refuse the offer of free doughnuts.

I am aiming at producing more work month by month but sometimes it is akin to aiming for the toilet bowl and missing, despite all precautions and preparations leaving a mess to clean up, yet persistance is key. Keep thinking, keep making notes, keep writing paragraphs.

There might be strange things afoot at the Circle K but they will be “Most excellent.”

I completed a new pointillism piece

Arum – Pointillism Felt pen on A4 paper $40AUD + postage

Made 4 short story submissions. I missed a few deadlines for a number of reasons, particularly time and lack of prepared material. I have sorted a couple of stories for completion some time in August but there’s always that issue of balancing time with school marking and Major Work readings, plus it’s the busy time of year for dance and Physical culture comps for my girls. That’s always the way. Sometimes is it working inbetween the gaps.

Poem Illustration. One of my favourite things I completed this month was an illustration for Dr Willo Drummond’s poem, Sail, from her debut collection Moon Wrasse. I heard her speak at an In Conversation event with WestWords, and she read this poem and commented on hopefully one day finding an animator to produce it. I am no animator but my brain said, “Oh, shiny new thing,” and so I set about composing a series of images based on my reading. I messaged Dr Willo and asked about the inspiration behind the poem which allowed me to refine a couple of the images. The poem is reproduced with the permission of the author.

I read two books (a new addition to the EOM Wrap):

Peter M. Ball – You Don’t Want to be Published (Brain Jar Press)

This is not a how-to-write book. This is a how-to-understand-the writing-game-and-make-it-work-for-you book. Peter’s collection of essays from his blog posts is mind expanding as you grapple with the notion that you ARE a writer AND a business. Treat them with all due respect.

Kyle Perry – The Bluffs

A cracker of a debut crime novel. Dive in, enjoy the read, experience the wilderness of Tasmania as four missing school girls are thought to have been abducted by The Hungry Man. Fantastic popcorn for the brain. A great beach read or tucked up by the heater under a blanket.

End of Month Wrap – June

Happy New (Financial) Year’s Eve to all my Antipodean folk.

It’s half way through the calendar year so it’s time for the end of the month wrap and a little look forward both for the next six months and into next year. Side note: a couple I know celebrate their birthdays on June 30 and December 31.

At the end of May I knew June was going to be a creative write off with the amount of school marking coming up. Despite that black hole of creative suck that sucks worse than any sucking machine invented could ever suck, there were some good things that happened this month.

Here’s a list

  • ART
  • created and sold 2 versions a continuous line drawing, Backflip/I’m Falling (image below)
  • created and sold 2 continuous line drawings of flowers with bees (images below)
  • created and sold Grass Tree Continuous Line Drawing (image below)
  • created Flight (pointillism image below – for sale $40)
  • created Arum (pointillism image below – for sale $40)
  • in a moment of complete silliness, I drew myself as Bert from Mary Poppins in the style of a Power Puff Girl (see below for the silliness)
  • WRITING
  • wrote two dodgy prose poems: Things to do While Sitting With Doubt and Things to do While Sitting With Fear. They form a triptych with Things to do While Sitting With Grief (which I realised I haven’t posted here. Will rectify that in the coming days)
  • I had a story acceptance for ZineWest. The Sound of Water will be released in October.
  • Subbed a past story for a reprint option
  • attended an In Conversation evening with poet Dr Willo Drummond whose debut collection, Moon Wrasse, I did the illlustrations for.

There was certainly less writing than what I would have liked but I knew that it was going to be very difficult to have the headspace to write so I used small pockets of time to create art.

What will July look like?

During the holiday break I will be working on some short pieces for upcoming deadlines, then looking at future deadlines to see what I will work on. I know the next school term is also a creative graveyard with the amount of marking but I am hoping to carve out time for small, achievable projects.

Falling or Backflip
Lavendar with Bee
Grevillea with Bee
Tree Grass
Flight $40 (A4)
Arum $40 (A4)
Bert from Mary Poppins as a Power Puff Girl

Things To Do While Sitting With Fear

Things To Do While Sitting With Fear

Wait until it’s dark. Step out the back door and turn on the light. See how far the light travels across the backyard. It reaches the garden shed and the lemon tree and the trampoline. This is the measure of where you feel safe because of what you can see. See that the snails have climbed up the fence because rain is coming. Wait for the possum with its baby to scurry across the top of the fence. Prophets know how to read the signs.

Boundaries are not unlike this.

The night is a curtain, drawn to limit your view. You know what lies in the shadows behind the lemon tree and the trampoline: leftover bricks and roofing tiles and stacks of black plastic pots. The garden shed is a mausoleum of lawnmowers and garden tools, sundry odds and sods, bags of potting mix and stakes for the tomatoes you’ve been meaning to plant each season.

Perception is not unlike this.

Stand against the west wall of the house when the sun sets and feel the heat baked into the bricks sear your back as your face cools in the evening air. Stand there again in the morning as the sun begins to rise and absorb the coldness into your back as your face warms.

Shame is not unlike this.

Seek out where the swallows roost in the underground car park at the shops. Their movements remind you of how the carpark looks during the busiest shopping hours. The lorikeets wait until dusk to settle in the tree outside the TAB. These are the parentheses of our days.

Uncertainty is not unlike this.

The shadow you carry through the valley is the same shadow you carry to the mountain top.Let the shadow’s long fingers collect the cobwebs from the cornice in the ceiling and make fairy floss from it. The shadow will offer it to you. You eat it.

Disappointment is not unlike this.

Go into the garden and look for ladybugs. You will find a stick insect instead. Watch the bees in the flowers. Listen to them.

Expectation is not unlike this.

The lemon tree will produce fruit whether you tend to it or not and one day you will make friends with the weight of fear.

Things To Do When Sitting With Doubt

Things To Do While Sitting With Doubt

when you read the instructions, “Open Other End,” on the box of Pizza Shapes, you know for certain you will flip the box over but won’t trust yourself to follow your heart. create a playlist for your wake and make mixtapes to give to people now. teach yourself macrame and after you’re done tying yourself in knots realise you made something beautiful. water the plants when you are thirsty. write the grocery list and make it a hymn to the mundane. eat your meal with a candle (the good ones, the smelly ones you saved for special occasions) for no other reason than to see how far light travels in the dark. read Macbeth then Hamlet and be certain you don’t know the way forward. read The Tempest and The Road as the antidote. sort through the sock drawer and throw out the old pairs and the holey ones. make pairs of mismatched socks. go skinny dipping and experience baptism in the ordinary act of bathing. read the doctor’s letter and pretend it is a breakup letter to the illness ravaging your body and not a statement of irrefutable facts. go to Macca’s and order the burger you have never tried (the Filet-o-Fish) and know that this is what disappoint will taste like in the drive-thru. know that breadcrumbs are for cooking, not leaving a trail. learn why the rod and staff were the shepherd’s tools. wield them and master them for, and over, yourself. sit in the valley and sit on the mountain top and know both are places of vision. one is a mirror and the other is a lens. perspective will tell you which one to choose and let you change the way you see yourself.

Postmarked Piper’s Reach – Last Chance

Very soon, Postmarked Piper’s Reach will be going out of print with Vine Leaves Press but there’s still a chance to grab a copy.


Jodi Cleghorn and I are enormously grateful to Jessica Bell and Amie McCracken for giving our book a home, and for a cover that I was totally enamoured with from the very first time I saw it.


Read the story of Ella-Louise Wilson and Jude Smith as they unravel their lives through letters.

LINK HERE

A Late-Night Internet Search. And Some Answers.


How many Post It Notes will it take to cover a square kilometre?
– 13,157,894 (or 31,328 packets of 6×70 pieces of the 76x76mm)
How much will it cost to do it?
– A packet of 6×70 is $16.98 from Officeworks.
– Total is $531,949.44
How many memories can I fit on a Post It Note if I write really small?
– As many angels as fit on the head of a pin.
If I write one memory a day on a Post It Note, how long would it take to cover a square kilometre?
– 36,049 years.
Does the act of writing the memory allow you to forget or remember more clearly?
Does the act of writing the memory mean alternate narratives are anathema?
How many embarrassing memories does it take to form your character?
Can you die from too many embarrassing memories?
How many papercuts will make you bleed to death and can I use Post It Notes?
– One. If you cut in the right place.
I think I have enough Post It Notes.

Word of the Year 2023

Greetings from the desk of The Drum and Page. At the beginning of each year, I choose a word to help give me focus to the coming year.

In 2021, it was Limitless/Breakthrough.

For a COVID year, there was little breakthrough and a lot of limitations, yet it was a year to keep thinking what it means to be a writer and an artist.

Last year, 2022, the word was Relentless.

For many reasons, 2022 was relentless, particularly on a personal front, yet my focus was on moving in a direction where my writing was developing. This resulted in three publications: The School Magazine for The Diving Tower (November), winning the WestWords Living Stories Prize in July for We Three Kings, and winning the Blacktown Mayoral Creative Writing Prize in December for Cutting Through.

I was also a member of the WestWords Academy which was a fantastic time to network and gain further understanding into the writing and publishing world.

What does this next year hold?
In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps. Proverbs 16:9

I had this verse running through my head over the last few days and while I can plan and prepare, no one knows where the wind comes from or where it is going to so you make sure you adjust the beach towel wrapped around your neck, pretending it is a cape, and stand facing the wind so the cape billows out behind you, and you strike an appropriate superhero pose.

I know I want to maintain, and build on, the momentum I gained from last year. Therefore, my word/s for 2023 is:

To determine what this will look like for me, I have to examine my practices and my focus on where I want to expend my creative energy. Hence, for me, my words mean clearing the decks of older projects by either removing them from my work lists, or leaving them for another time. It also means dropping those things that look shiny and interesting but don’t advance where I want to go. For example, I’d been thinking for some time about a Red Bubble/Etsy store to sell my art, but that’s a whole business side of things that I don’t have time for. My art is personal expression and peace. If someone offers to buy a piece or wants a commission, that’s fantastic. My business focus is on writing and the craft of writing.

This year, a year of pursuing, and a year of pursuit, means finding the ‘thing’ – whether that is a story, art, reading, that fills me up and allows me to develop. I am hoping time spent with the projects that give me a sense of fullness will replenish me. There is always something to write, an idea to let compost, a paragraph to edit, a character to let loose in the lolly aisle at the supermarket with $100 to spend and see what they return with.

Long pieces of work have long gestation periods and long blocks of time for writing and editing. This may mean a less visible year, yet I will still be pursuing my writing goals and aims.

I have a couple of new desk buddies/guardians/motivators courtesy of Christmas to help me along the way.

Success is fleeting and unpredictable. Last year’s wins and publications were succour in a time of distress and stress. Success this year will look very different, and I am willing to change the criteria of ‘success’ to allow me to pursue my writing goals.

Think I need to invest a good pair of running shoes to make it through this year.