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. Something in me at the moment insists on creating. So create now... organize in near future. I'm usually insanely organized down to my Virgo sun but things like seasons and stars and life start to distract me and the next thing you know......
I've been considering going to some open mics. I may have mentioned previously my logic for getting into stand-up comedy. Mainly it's direct feedback for Writing. I've said time and time again I don't really care what type of Writing I'm doing, as long as my time involves building things with words, I'm usually happy. The stand-up comedy scene in Brisbane is not good. I'm smiling by how tactfully I stated that... One of my main issues is that...
Growing up in a house of seven people with a Euro-mix mother, food was a basically the centre of my universe. As a kid, life is pretty much based around the next time you're getting presents and/or special food. That said, I never cooked anything until I was married. Being single and living alone in New York City means you never, ever have to cook... sigh, NYC how I miss thee... I've mentioned before I'm vego with frequent phases involving the...
Being back in Australia I am comfortably reverting to the aspiring Aussie I aim to be. That's what happens when you have citizenship in two places. Depending on where you are... that's where you're a citizen at that given time. Or something along these lines... Anyways, living here for over seven years now, I've learned that as Australians we take sport very seriously. Particularly international events where gold's involved. I've been told we...
The other night I mentioned on Twitter that I was going to write a story about a staircase and a balmy night. Then I got distracted and wrote some book. In any event, every evening where I presently reside is balmy at the moment. It's quite lovely when the sun goes down. Here is how recent PM hours inspired my poetry... i'm crap with titles. untitled Some nights you walk through the atmosphere. Not around it, not within. Straight… through....