100 Days of Writing

Almost six months ago I made myself a deal. Wanting an incentive to sit and write every day, I promised myself that if I wrote for 100 days between that day – the 18th of February – and my birthday, which falls mid-August, I would let myself get a Little Street Library. I love LittleContinue reading “100 Days of Writing”

A character by any other name

While my novel has been inspired by real-life people, it is ultimately fiction and so all my characters needed new names when I began to write. A character’s name is so important, it is worn like an item of clothing that one cannot remove. It distinguishes you and discloses things about you, more than weContinue reading “A character by any other name”

How I came to start my novel, Part III: Doris Turpin, the teacher

This is the story of the second owner of the ‘House of Women’, and the woman whose story my novel is loosely based upon. Doris was born Doris Isabel Turpin in 1893 to Isabelle ‘Bella’ Stokes and Walter Turpin.  She first appeared in the 1916 electoral roll, when she was living with her parents atContinue reading “How I came to start my novel, Part III: Doris Turpin, the teacher”

Snubbed by a Plumber

Things have been falling apart in our house lately. First the kitchen sink started leaking. Then the toilet started leaking. Then another toilet decided to stop flushing altogether, which instantly brings you back into the middle-ages and reaffirms your love affair with modern plumbing and disappearing bodily waste. So over the past few weeks IContinue reading “Snubbed by a Plumber”

The New Writer’s Room

Her back to the view, the new writer faces a blank wall. ‘Imagination must meet memory in the dark’, Annie Dillard wrote, ‘appealing workplaces must be avoided.’ And so despite the fresh new space which has been created just for her, a space crying out for colour and attention, the new writer assumes the position,Continue reading “The New Writer’s Room”

I Don’t Think I Am a Stalker

Have you ever had the experience where you read something, and think ‘Oh my God. That is EXACTLY what I was thinking. That person must know me. We must be, like, TWINS.’ I have that experience on a fairly regular basis when I read a column by Perth writer Ros Thomas, every Saturday morning inContinue reading “I Don’t Think I Am a Stalker”

The Question with No Answer

A lot of people lately have been asking ‘how my writing is going?’ They sidle up to me at parties, or over lunch or in the playground at school, and ask with genuine curiosity. Unless people are following my blogs or subscribed to my articles at WeekendNotes, it would seem that there is a bigContinue reading “The Question with No Answer”

Writers versus Bloggers

I recently attended a blogging conference in Sydney, during which I learned many things, mostly that I seem to be breaking a lot of the unbreakable rules of blogging*. But over the three days, as I spoke with different people, with a range of blogs and diverse stories, the main thing that crystallised was thatContinue reading “Writers versus Bloggers”

Machiavellian Bastards

In the not so distant past I attended the ‘Writing Dramatic Dialogue’ class run by author John Harman. I had hoped that it would help me limber up my writing muscles: what I didn’t realise is that it would give me licence to kill – in the literary sense that is. John started by telling us:Continue reading “Machiavellian Bastards”

How to Unblock Bloggers Block

Feast or famine. Flood or drought. Inspiration or desperation. Do these sound familiar to you? As writers, do you find that it’s all or nothing when it comes to your writing? People who have been reading my other blog Relentless over the years can see that I tend to write in spurts, and can eitherContinue reading “How to Unblock Bloggers Block”