What is your one thing? The thing you are passionate about; that you can’t help but do, that spills out from you? What do you lie awake at night thinking about? What are your dreams made of? Chances are, that’s what you are called to do. AdvertisementsRead more "What is your one thing?"
Do you have hundreds of handwritten scraps that you don’t have the time or skill to type out? What about dictaphone recordings that you’d love to turn into a book? If you’re in need of a professional and experienced transcriber, look no further! With experience transcribing for major phone companies, ticketing websites, pharmaceuticals, authors, and […]Read more "Transcription Service"
I’ve travelled between three continents over the last four months, staying in seven countries, sleeping in beds and bathtubs, on couches and on tiles. 2014 is set to be a year of travel and adventure, and the beauty of being a freelance writer/editor is that I can take my office with me wherever I go. […]Read more "The Travelling Writer"
“Write a list,” she said. “It’ll help you,” she said. I’m not going to lie, I was skeptical. The idea of writing a list seemed to me about as appealing as eating toenail clippings from an old man of poor hygiene. My cynicism quickly vanished as I discovered a tool that has kept me sane […]Read more "L Is For List"
Books. I’m surrounded by bookshelves, floor to ceiling, in a tall, circular tower room. The gleaming oak shelves come together at the top as though archways, and for every arch of books, there is an arched window next to it. The room is light, spacious; every breath is a refreshing drink. The wooden floorboards echo […]Read more "My Ideal Room"
A call to my fellow writers residing in Australia, check out this short story competition: Boroondara Literary Awards 2013 Best of all, it’s free to enter. Stories should be between 1500 and 3000 words, and the closing date is 30th August 2013. May the words be with you! Peace out xoxoRead more "Short Story Competition"
I write because I would go mad if I didn’t. It is my outlet; my sanity. So in a way, it’s selfish of me. But then again, to breathe is not considered selfish; it is simply understood as necessary for survival. My head is an explosion of ideas, colours, fragments, the unwritten. Sometimes someone tells […]Read more "Why I Write"