and/or back to AUSTRALIA…

Today is Day 33 that I’ve been back in Brisbane. As can be confirmed prior to me leaving in October… I’m done with this town. The weather has been FABULOUS as have the frequent bush romps in coastal wonderlands north and south of me… but I need to move.

The move requirement is distracting from my work. Since I’m old now, I can make generalized cliche Artist statements like ‘I can’t work in these conditions!’ and ‘It’s critical that such and such happens…’

Therefore I have officially cracked shit that it’s go time.

Luke leaves tomorrow morning for Melbourne. I leave Monday. That means yet another unsupervised weekend… I figure I might as well hit town since I’m manifesting an ASAP move…

Ok who am I kidding… I hardly need a reason to hit town. There have been a few whispers of beach trips  and cocktails and casinos…

… should be interesting.

In terms of Writing…

I have new ideas that I’m not going to start experimenting until I move to Melbourne (next week hopefully?). Editing, script, and research proposal are meant to be at the forefront of my existence. At the moment I’m having a hard time focussing because the requirement to move is consuming mucho energy…

Which basically means I’m still writing a lot of poetry…

Considering that I’ve officially been back in Australia for just over four weeks, adventure time is nigh… Continue reading…

So I’ve been doing this every day for about six months now… insanity. The best element is hands down all of the Artists I’m meeting. I’m put on to new talent nearly every day and am spoiled with tastes of what other creative tribal members are up to… it’s dope. Continue reading…

Go!

Alright tantrum has been managed with a lovely drive through glowing green and a few cello tracks. Since I grew up in the forest, I seek it out at particular moments. Continue reading…

Yesterday had many moments that sucked. Continue reading…

I get bored of reading my own stuff. I can’t imagine anyone that would want to read the same thing over and over and over. Granted there are certain things we revisit, favorite books or poems, songs even. But not usually all day, every day, for consecutive periods of time. Continue reading…

That’s right everyone. Approximately 48 hours ago during script break I got a brilliant idea that was born from the brief consideration of ‘Wouldn’t it be great to have a bunch of poems and short stories in one document?’

After some serious cutting and pasting and three hours of life that I’ll never get back… I had about 50,000 words in front of me. Continue reading…

I’ve gotten two rejection letters in the past week after submitting a micro-fiction piece and some poetry. Continue reading…

I think one of my problems with putting together some sort of anthology is that whenever I reach the time slot allocated to ‘organizing’ writing… I get distracted and start writing poems for some reason. Continue reading…

I feel like a Mastercard commercial. Laptop blah blah dollars, airline tickets such and such, having people say you inspire them… priceless. Continue reading…