Last year, around the time that I returned to Melbourne after an extended stay in Darwin to complete my first teaching placement (I’m now finished all of my placements!), I was celebrating a little creative milestone. See, while I write here on this blog and am working to get my teaching degree, I’ve always seen myself as a creative writer at heart. The idea of weaving words into something that really catches your breath in your throat and makes you…
Creative
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It’s amazing really how fast time goes. I think about that often, memories popping up in my head and it shocks me just how long ago they were. On some days,…
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There’s a big house on a suburban street in Darwin. It’s old and creaky. The palm trees grow wild all around it, with stranger vines cloaking their trunks and creating their…
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At the end of last year I shared with you all that I had undertaken the NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) writing challenge, aiming to write 50,000 words (ostensibly a novel)…
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With a satisfying click I close out a sentence that definitely wouldn’t be the last of my NaNoWriMo novel. On baited breath I check my word count for the hundredth time that…
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Words used to flow off my tongue like so many rivers, drifting down the rapids of my wild imagination. Now, I chip them off the end of my tongue and stick them…
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My parents, particularly my mum, was big into dyeing clothes and other fabrics. They had a stall at our local markets at one point, and were renowned for their super colourful…