18 things I didn’t achieve in 2018

Remarkable, just how much you can manage to not achieve if you really put your mind to it. For example, in the last 12 months (8,760 hours) I have managed to achieve practically nothing of any note whatsoever.

Take your work seriously, not yourself

I don’t know why I was so nervous about going to the writer’s workshop last night but I really, really was. It seems that all of life is a succession of scary things we have to make ourselves do. What I find ‘scary’ changes day-to-day and is largely dependent on what mood I’m in. SometimesContinue reading “Take your work seriously, not yourself”

Hipster cafe (fiction)

Another short scene from my story… I’m lying on the faux sheepskin rug naked when Melissa texts me to say she’s finished her business in Jasmin District early. I get dressed and catch the metro to meet her for a coffee.     “The guy’s been spending thousands calling all these numbers on his company phone,”Continue reading “Hipster cafe (fiction)”

Sisterhood (fiction)

I thought I’d post another extract from my story – this time about Ivy and her sister… There were six years between us, but at the creek it never seemed to matter. We existed in a timeless bubble shin-deep in the creek’s shallows, with the moss between our toes. When we got tired of theContinue reading “Sisterhood (fiction)”

The other woman

As predicted, I have scrapped most of the scene about Josh and Ivy that I published last week. This is a new one…  “You’re up early.” I squint over my shoulder at Josh’s slouchy, bare-chested figure in the hallway. His blonde hair – usually so carefully coiffed with his special hair stuff, is completely flatContinue reading “The other woman”

A birthday party with myself (fiction)

This is an extract from a story I’m writing. I’m a bit worried it’s the literary equivalent of a stick drawing, but hopefully you’ll like it for its amateur charm.  A fog horn woke me. Or was it Josh’s bread maker? He thinks it cures his insomnia. There’s something cathartic about pouring in the flourContinue reading “A birthday party with myself (fiction)”