“I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories… water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.”― Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves In my decades of corresponding with … Continue reading “Now Is The Place Where The Crossroads Meet”
Rather cheeky of me to start this post with a line from one of my favourite poems by W.B. Yeats but it fits, and is what has been in my head all evening. Anyone who knows me in my decades of being online would know that every now and then I go “off grid”. I’ve … Continue reading “I Went Out To The Hazel Wood, Because A Fire Was In My Head”
One of the topics that get discussed every now and then amongst certain writer circles is that of the difference between long form and short form writing. Some would hold that both forms of writing are entirely different. I tend to disagree: I weave in between different types of writing all the time. Academic writing, … Continue reading Not as Different As You May Think
I spend a lot of time storyboarding, plotting and making notes about the endings of my stories. One of the reasons why Rosemirror is taking so long is because my roadmap towards its ending does not feel sufficiently justified or as is said in writing workshop parlance, “earned”. But at the end of the day, … Continue reading On the Subjectivity of “Sticking the Landing”
For the past fifteen years, I’ve ended the year with a reread of Jacques Derrida’s Aporias. In 2010, I had borrowed the book from the University of Queensland’s Social Sciences and Humanities library which I haunted like the bookish postgraduate ghoul that I was, particularly the philosophy and Gothic aisle. It was a relatively thin … Continue reading In Contemplation of the Unknowable on New Year’s Eve