Writing is a Luxury

I think my brain sees writing as a luxury that I don’t allow myself, unless life is calm. I haven’t written for a while, and I noticed that I have a lot of guilt associated with my writing. For me, I think sometimes I see writing as a selfish pursuit, and one I have to …

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Story: Villain

My name is Villain, but not like a ‘villain’ — the L’s are silent, and it’s pronounced ‘Van.’ Although I am a sociopath, and am in jail for murder, it’s not what everyone thinks, it was a misunderstanding. ‘That’s what you said last time, Van,’ they said to me.  But this time, it’s the truth. …

Memoir: The Reluctant Traveller

I like the idea of travelling, but when packing, or going to the airport, my mind is always ‘are we there yet’ or ‘can we go now?’ I have little excitement on the day.  I like the memory of a trip more than the trip, and the strongest memories I have are of our family …

Twenty Six

John spent four years in Europe when he was twenty six. Not once did he post on social media. I only recently found out why.

Story: Like Ink in Water

Sydney reminded him of the inside of a psychiatric ward. He’d spent a lot of time in one as a kid, visiting his mum. Noisy and claustrophobic, it brought on a kind of hyper-vigilance it took him days to get over. He hated Sydney, but his sister lived there. Sold her half of the farm …

Story: No Sea In Merrylands

I wrote this story early in 2018 for a writing competition, obviously not knowing what lay ahead of us two years later. I wrote it because I wondered why my great grandparents had suddenly moved from Balmain to Taree where my great grandfather went bankrupt then returned to Sydney a few years later. All my …

600thirty3one

Welcome to my Blog. So, now we’re sitting staring at each other. I’m wondering what I’m going to say. Whether I have anything worth saying. I’m starting to feel flushed, and sweat is dripping down my face. Hello. Sometimes, I honestly have thought I might be a little bit on the spectrum. No offence to …