Contemporary Writer
There is a moment of silence – brief and overshadowed – a hush that falls just before the rumble of noise begins.
A feeling grows in the momentary quiet (which is not quite silence but rather anticipation). There is a noise to anticipation. A hum. A buzz that starts in your feet and builds to your chest, igniting in your soul.
Lights go up, the sound check crackles and a voice cat calls. A single, solitary call. But not for long.
Sometimes it only takes a small irritant to ignite a big explosion.
Dear Reader, One of my favourite things at University was writing exercises that got you thinking either about sensory techniques, or about the craft of writing. One of the last exercises I remember doing...
They lay on a queen sized bed, side by side, yet not touching. ‘How’s this one feel? It’s big.’ ‘Yeah, it’s okay.’ ‘Too big?’ ‘It’s okay. Could you move over?’ ‘Nope. Anything other than...
Week two of my Writerly Aspirations is here and with it, two new stories. While I am still striving to meet my ten chapter quota, and my reading quota, I am happy that I’ve...
Wanting to write – really wanting to write – means shutting up, sitting down and actually doing it
Dear reader, If there is anything I have learned over the past several years, it is that I am very good at rewriting things. My current book (the not-so-well-loved, often-times-bemoaned novel Extinguish), is on...
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