Painted red poppies and purple pansies stand stark against the high cream walls of Toowoomba’s amateur theatre foyer. A local artist’s exhibition. Watercolour still life, acrylic canvas landscapes, the odd abstract work. Gracefully crab-walking (as graceful as a crab-walk can… Continue reading

  The unnerving sound of powdered sand squeaks beneath my bare soles, as if escaping some impinging doom. I quicken my pace across the frightened sand, a chorus announcing my approach to the sea. It’s 7am on a clouded Sunday… Continue reading

Plagiarism. Natalie Goldberg and James Altucher both advocate the usefulness of stealing other folk’s work. Both prolific (and very public) writers, you would think they would be trying to keep their noses clean! It’s not quiet what you think, though.… Continue reading

I recently read a comforting article regarding the re-emergence of the independent bookstore. The crux of the article was based on two inspiring statistics (based in North America); since 2009 independent bookstores have increased by 30 percent and sales by… Continue reading

    Dear Mr Claus, How ya going? Wow, I guess it’s been a whole year since we last spoke. How’s Mrs Claus? Did she get a chance to try out that new GF pudding recipe I flung her way?… Continue reading

Hi all, Below is a wee little story I wrote a while back. Seems appropriate to share round this time of year. The perfect chicken soup Her belly fat bulbs beneath — and above — the elastic waistband of the skirt she’s… Continue reading

Survival kit by Saboralioli You are now living in one of the most expensive cities in the world. This means that you now have to release previous financial attitudes like ‘Well this toothpaste is only $2 more expensive…so it must… Continue reading

Architect vs Gardner Or Plotter vs Pantser or Outliner vs Discovery writer. Whatever terms you prefer (I like Architect vs Gardener, way more visual!) all devoted scribblers should discover the style that melds with their personality and expected level of… Continue reading

A sharp pain explodes through my cheek. Delicate and spidery tentacles send stinging signals across the surface of my skin. The source of this quick and sharp agony—a chunk of asphalt, flicked up by some on-coming traffic. Welcome to America!… Continue reading

For about the first two years of “No thank you I don’t eat that,” I quiet purposely avoiding using the term vegetarian. Mostly this word (like feminist) caries a lot of baggage that instantly makes the listener suck in a… Continue reading