I’ve been trying to turn myself into a writer for a year or so now, though I still feel like a total fraud whenever I use that word to describe myself. 748 more words
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When I tell friends and acquaintances that I write, so often they say – “I would love to write, but…” We all have excuses not to write, not to even start. 922 more words
The Perth Writers Festival is over for another year and for me it abounded with inspiration, warmth, fun and fantastic weather. It is one of the highlights of my year, I anticipate the next one for months before it occurs and live off the memories for months after. 287 more words
Another early morning, another long, very long, train ride, and another fun filled day planned for the Writer’s Festival. Arriving at the festival this morning I fully expected a large crowd now that the weekend had arrived, but it wasn’t too bad. 513 more words
My first writers festival was Brisbane, in 1989. That’s a story in itself involving dancing chickens, some terrible poetry on my part and time as a storytelling armchair, but for now let’s stick to my latest writers festival experience: Sydney, yesterday. 1,049 more words