'So, How Was the National Young Writers' Festival?'

Unfortunately I didn't make it to NYWF this year, an annual literary alchoholic-ginger-beer-fuelled fest held in Newcastle as part of This is Not Art (TiNA). So I asked a few friends to share an experience or two of their weekend in early October. Amy Vought Barker: Our remix masterclass was great. We did cut ups … Continue reading 'So, How Was the National Young Writers' Festival?'

I'm Terribly Afraid I Might Spontaneously Combust

Never have I felt this burning, scorching, bubbling of my insides so intensely before. I have previously likened the process of idea and inspiration for a story as being like a 'brew'. The ingredients begin to react together inside your mind and pop and spit until it spills over onto the page as a draft. But this time... I … Continue reading I'm Terribly Afraid I Might Spontaneously Combust

Man Booker Prize Winner Aravind Adiga Survived the HSC

See, William? Those difficult, long-winded questions in the HSC English exam might actually nourish talent or passion in a writer, and s/he could go on to won one of literature's most prestigious prizes! For those of you who have been hiding under a rock or doona today (it's always a good idea every now and … Continue reading Man Booker Prize Winner Aravind Adiga Survived the HSC

Janet Frame's 'Gorse is Not People', Mad Hatters and Confession Files.

Janet Frame's amazing short story, posthumously published in The New Yorker: 'Gorse is Not People' - Take some time to click and read. I was alerted to this story by Bookman Beattie and it has become one of my favourites. I recently got to meet Frame's niece Pamela Gordon at the launch of The Goose Bath: Poems (review … Continue reading Janet Frame's 'Gorse is Not People', Mad Hatters and Confession Files.

A few moments of history, horror, and Kafka in Prague

This is an edited extract from an essay I am working on about my trip to Europe early this year. I have never seen buildings so old. The aged stone of Edinburgh or Venice, the disturbingly mismatched architecture of London, Oslo and Berlin. Ancient blackened churches rise out of the steel, gripping defiantly to tradition. The … Continue reading A few moments of history, horror, and Kafka in Prague