Writing
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Stupid real life!
I realised today that I haven’t posted anything in more than a week. I feel a little bit bad about this but then again I don’t. I’ve had a lot of real life shit getting in the way of my blog; such as moving house and finding out I need a knee reconstruction. Apart from being…
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Writers’ Groups
A couple of posts ago I told you that I was going to a Writers’ Group. In fact I have been to two in the last week, they were both kind of amazing but quite different in their own way. The first was the Boroondara Writers Group who meet once a month in Balwyn. This…
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Life in Nuggety Bite-sized Chunks
I’ve recently been doing a lot of thinking about how stories are constructed; from what I’m watching on tv, to what I’m reading to what I’m thinking about writing and the thing that has struck me is the way that stories, in particular 1990s sitcoms, deal out nuggets of self-discovery to the characters in convenient…
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I AM A POET!
For those of you who have been following along you would know that I had decided to read some of my poetry at the Dan O’Connell Hotel Saturday Poetry Group in this entry. About Wednesday this week I decided that this week was the week to do it because otherwise I would just keep putting…
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This may be inviting disaster…
But I’ve decided to perform some of my poetry at the Dan O’Connell in the next couple of weeks. I became enamoured of the idea last night after I had a horrible meeting with the group who I am supposed to be doing an Accounting assignment with. I guess it was also the flowering of…
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An adventure in Carlton: Poetry
Today’s adventure/artist date was going to the Dan O’Connell weekly poetry reading session. I have only ever been once before, some time ago, and I haven’t made it back since. True Saturday afternoons are often filled with other social engagements but really I was just wussing out. I asked my friend Jonathan to come with…
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I had a dream
So I have often had really weird, wacky, wild and worrying dreams. I seem to spend a lot of my sleeping hours fighting realities that melt into other realities, where I’m running from something, or to something, or battling some enemy. Usually I don’t remember my dreams, but this morning I did. It was vivid…
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Writing is like, hard, y’know?
On Monday morning at 9am I sat down to write a short story. I had set myself the challenge of writing four or five first drafts for some short story competitions I had found online. The story I wrote on Monday was about my mother’s experience with cancer. The Cancer Council had set up an…
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Sydney – Part 3: Write Club
Some of you may know that I aspire to be a writer, or at lease be better at writing, it is something I used to do when I was an emo teenager but that I forgot to nurture as I got older (along with a lot of things). Louise is a fantastic writer, really she’s…
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