Author Archives: waxings

The Sound of Silence

How do you describe silence? How to evoke the stillness of the early morning, when it feels like even the grass and the trees are asleep and you are the only living creature looking out at the crisp majesty of … Continue reading

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Desperately Seeking Daniel

Late last night, I was hit with a game-changing revelation. (Note to distributors of insight: there’s no shame in throwing under-arm, people.) It turns out, when you’re trying to think of something to write about – wait for it, this … Continue reading

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The Secret to Great Make-Up

Think of your favourite book (or books if, like me, your literary affections are fickle). Now think about why you love it. I’ll bet the first thought to mind is not ‘because it’s so well written’. That may be one … Continue reading

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Voicing A Writer’s Frustration

I thought I was clever enough to write as well as these people and I didn’t realize that there is something called originality and your own voice. ~ Amy Tan There’s something about outing yourself as a ‘writer’ – in … Continue reading

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Diary of Events

No blog tonight as I am absolutely exhausted after compiling a calendar of writers’ festivals and other wordy events in Australia and beyond for 2010 and 2011. You would think someone had done this already, but I can assure you after … Continue reading

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Scratching the Night Itch

When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen.  But if you have not a pen, I suppose you must scratch any way you can. – Samuel Lover, Handy Andy, … Continue reading

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Rioting in Greece

A writer friend sent me a link that has rent my fantasy world asunder. Where once I dreamt of warm days on a poolside lounge, a teetering pile of books and the time to devour them in turn, interrupted only by the … Continue reading

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And So We Begin..

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamouring to become visible.  ~Vladimir Nabakov After years of being haunted by these ghostly words, I have decided to … Continue reading

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