My Writing Projects

I don’t know that I’d call it Writer’s Block, as I don’t necessarily feel blocked, per se. I just don’t really feel like taking part in the act of writing. I have stories, I have ideas, I have details to add to worlds I’ve created and I have ambitions to submit novels and short stories […]

My Ankle

There’s a bone chip in my ankle, just floating in there, about the size of a 5-cent piece. It’s been there for just over 30 years, and it hurts now and again. I’ve lived more of my life with it there than without. I didn’t even know about it until years after the incident when […]

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My first Shortlisting

Every year starting around September most of the writer’s groups in the region, if not the country, host all their competitions and events. I forget which one I was entering at the time, but in order to submit I had to prove I was a member of a legit and recognised writer’s association. So I […]

The Captain – Short Story

Every month, the Australian Writer’s Centre holds the Furious Fiction contest, where they give a handful of writing prompts, limit you to 500 words and see what you come up with. I’ve been ‘longlisted’ for the comp before, and this one got me on there again, so I’m happy enough with that. The prompts for […]

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Me in the Corner

This was a 600-word challenge for a comp called “Short Takes”. At least, that’s what was in the filename in my “Shorts” folder, and I can’t even remember anything about it other than that. There was a time there that I was entering fresh writing into every comp that I could. Probably a time before […]

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They’ve never been mine.

I got an email from my mother asking me if I’m still at the address I’ve been at for the past NINE years. She was thoughtful enough to include pictures of the wedding of the “half-brother” that I was never allowed to claim. Pictured on the left (of the three) is the widow of the […]

Struggling

It should come as no surprise that my mental health isn’t doing great. I have no idea if it’s a combination of the Main Purpose of the drugs I’m on or if it’s simply a long-lasting side effect of simply being in pain All The Time, but I’ve never been this type of anxious for […]

4th of July, 2005

It feels like the real truth will never be known. But I know what I believe. I believe you were trying to abandon me for a final time. I’ll never know what it was that you took. Because you’ll never tell me. Maybe because you don’t remember. Maybe you’ve killed the part of your brain […]

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Who’s telling all the stories?

I don’t have a degree in Creative Writing. I haven’t even taken any classes. My degree is in Fine Arts because all they had for web-related stuff back in the day was called “Computer Science” and that didn’t quite fit for design. I haven’t been traditionally published, I haven’t won any awards. I have only […]