Photo courtesy of Christine Writer Three years ago, on a Sunday morning, I left Melbourne and drove into my uncertainty about living on the road: letting go of a settled life, familiar friends and places, and leaving family. Though I was excited, I was also terrified of what this new life might bring me. The… Continue reading Three years on the road: what I learned
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A Writing Life is a Solitary One
Lettes Bay - the view from the decking I know this. Like countless writers before me, I understand how lonely the road can be. Forget the wild parties with the intense debates over politics. Forget the struggling artiste stereotype. Writing is work. Hard work. Like any artist, writers labour over their creations, forging something from… Continue reading A Writing Life is a Solitary One
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The bookcase Four years ago I discovered Marie Kondo's book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying. There was even a Netflix show made about how to use her methods of tidying. Yes, I watched every episode. Reading her book felt like a fresh breeze blowing through the windows of my life. Something had been missing in… Continue reading More or less