Birds of a feather: Melbourne Writers Festival 2011 diary, part two

Left: A burrowing owl In the back of my notebook is the beginning of a drawing of an escalator. I was hiding between things, being alone; couldn't sit still, started tweeting. Should have gone outside and found some birds. I attended the session Birds of a Feather mainly because I love to hear people … Continue reading Birds of a feather: Melbourne Writers Festival 2011 diary, part two