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…
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,…
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…
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)…
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…
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…
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…
