It's not often that I feel calm. I have supernovas going off in my head, squirmy things in my muscles and fingertips. I'm sore all the time because I exercise so much. It's one of the only ways to expend the energy, wear me down, expend the effort effort effort. And I love the zing … Continue reading The inability to relax (an experiment in the confessional)
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Liveblogging @ the Emerging Writers' Festival Page Parlour
I am invincible. I have survived 11 days of the Emerging Writers' Festival, from which I am currently liveblogging, on its final day. Around me are indie publishers, zinesters, perusers, cupcakes, hot chips, Lisa Demster (hello!), Sean Whelan's cool skeleton badge, and a spiderweb roof. A man just explained of my liveblogging to his wife as … Continue reading Liveblogging @ the Emerging Writers' Festival Page Parlour
Adelaide Should Not Be Shut Down
I arrived home from Adelaide to find Lord Mayor of Melbourne had been quoted as saying Adelaide should be 'shut down'. The feeling of oddness was still with me from traipsing up and down Hindley Street all weekend - sex shops and tittie bars (and cyber sex cafes - the point?); R&B-type slick and shiny … Continue reading Adelaide Should Not Be Shut Down
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