Writing
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Write, edit, write – now what?
Since my last post I’ve done a fair bit of stuff you guys! It’s been great! I’ve finished the first edit of my Choose Your Own Adventure. I’m pleased to say that. mostly, it was consistent and made sense. I’ve done small scale edits mostly, not big structural ones, and sent it out to a few…
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The End of the Dirty Thirty
April is National Poetry Writing Month, or NaPoWriMo. I decided to do it this year, sort of on a whim, and then I forgot till 5 April, so I was four behind! I’ve caught up and now have only today’s and two more to finish the ‘dirty thirty’, as my friend calls it. I’ve decided…
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Ekphrasis?
For day 13 of NaPoWriMo I responded to a drawing done of me last night at the student union at the University of Melbourne.
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Comedy Festival – GO!
Last night was the first night of the Melbourne International Comedy Festival (MICF). I went out to see two shows; Mel Buttle’s Up to Pussy’s Bow and Luisa Omielan’s Am I Right Ladies? Two beautiful, strong, funny women. I bought this awesome Bumper Book for Boys, published in 1938, from Mel for 35cents. I’m looking…
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Oh god, I can’t act!
I realise that my last post was about the fallacy of idleness, and how I was pretty sure I was doing a whole bunch of stuff and wasn’t being idle at all. And then a friend of mine asked if I wanted to do a fringe show and I was like ‘sure! why not?’ On…
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The Fallacy of Idleness
I’m starting to think that I have a skewed idea of what ‘not doing much’ means. Since the start of the year I’ve been feeling the frustrating and conflicted combination of being both bored and overly busy. It’s a very strange feeling and it also means I’ve felt like I’m not really doing much, or…
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Welcome 2016!
So, I went out last night with some beautiful people and had a bloody fabulous time, but now I’m feeling a little bit delicate around the eyeballs*. You might know that I don’t drink alcohol, but it turns out staying up late, jumping up and down, and then sleeping fitfully coz it’s really hot feel…
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Fiztroy Garden
I can hear the rumble of traffic The clang and clatter of trams While the soft, sweet scent of trees Blows past in the a gentle summer wind Sitting on the buttressed root Of some ancient fig Looking at the needles of the Cyprus And wondering if they belong here Our heritage of colonial conquest…
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The Business of Creating
Last night I managed to get to the 50,000 word target of my fourth year of NaNoWriMo. Huzzah! I was so pleased to have been able to get it done, two days early, and with only a couple of thousand words worth of story to go. I’m going to wrap it up today and tomorrow…
