Today I am going to the beach. I will not be staring into space until my body pours poetry nor will I be finalizing script pages. Continue reading…
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Brisbane smells like frangipanis and jasmine; it tastes like Thai and Indian food; sounds like lorikeets and kookaburras; looks electric green and feels like sunshine. Continue reading…
I’m pulled together. I had a few teary days and moderate brain malfunctioning… all sorted. I wonder if people are less emotional than me or just not as blatant about it. Continue reading…
I’ve only been awake for two hours… I slept late. I’m a lucid dreamer and instead of facing another day of word smacking, I thought I’d give myself some extra time to reside in a place that somehow makes me feel like I have more control over what’s happening around me. Continue reading…
Yesterday was weird… The time I spent with my family was wonderful because I always have a good time with them… Shortly after I woke up I wrote the following sonnet and shared it on Redbubble. Continue reading…
New York City smells like freshly cut pine from Christmas trees lining the sidewalks and tastes like candy cane lattes. Continue reading…
I returned this afternoon after a four day gallivant. Continue reading…
I’m glad I’m balancing two screenplays because they’re coming along the way I hoped. Each are making decent progress and, like I’ve mentioned before, the fact that they’re different genres gives me a bit of leeway. Continue reading…
Since I’m little Ms Self Critical I tend to be insanely harsh on myself as an artist. Plus when you’re freelancing (or whatever it is that I’m doing…) and no one is around to say ‘do this, don’t do that…’ you completely have to be.
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One coming-along book, two coming-along scripts, one finished short-film script, a handful of new jokes, a notebook full of poetry and ink spilt here and there. Continue reading…
