Thursday, 27 September 2018

Brisbane Writers' Festival 2018 - Over the moon

I am delighted to say that my microfiction entry - "Four Dollars and Seventy-Five Cents" was selected as the winner of the 2018 Brisbane Writers' Festival Microfiction Competition. My congratulations to the winners of the High School and University categories, my sincere thanks to the Brisbane Writers' Festival for a wonderful comp, and also, appreciation to Uni of Queensland who sponsored the event. 

The rules of the competition were that you had had to write a piece of under 200 words (that's not long) on the theme of What the World Needs Now.  All I can say is that I got lucky. An idea came to me. I wrote it out and miraculously it was close to 200 words, and required very little redrafting.  This is rare that this happens. RARE. I would love to share my words with you, but I am hoping to get it published elsewhere, and so cannot for the moment.  What I can tell you, is that the piece is about a cup of coffee :) 


Thursday, 28 June 2018

New poem


fly

this morning out the corner of my bleary eye
black and
scuttling
caught
in the open container of coffee grounds
roiling in the faint oiliness
trapped in the pungent aroma
beating its wings like it was on crack
and shrieking Abort Abort
a fly
I loathe flies
I thought about all the times
I
have
crept
            up
on
them
stalked
those annoying little shits
hounded
those dirty delinquents
boxed their ears!
smacked them into next week!
sometimes
even
murdered
them

waving my hand, I reached for a mug
too early for violence, I thought.  



Thursday, 24 May 2018

I can't believe it

Shock. Horror.  It's been five months since I last posted.
That's what happens when you're writing five mornings a week for four months. (I started in early January.)  However, I am happy to report that said manuscript is done and dusted for the moment, and entered into the Harper Collins Australia Banjo Prize. Sigh of relief.  I set myself the task of finishing the ms in time, and I did it. Cue clapping.

In the meantime, thanks to the kind and gorgeous folks at Verity La a piece of my writing about my plastic surgeon - hospital lit, anyone? - was published online. You can go here to read it.

In the meantime, I also wrote a poem about a fly - ha ha - which I might share next time.

In the meantime, I'm at a loss to know what kind of image to post here since I am convinced no-one wants to see my bandaged and swollen forehead!  So ... flowers, which are always beautiful.

Sunday, 31 December 2017

Update

Just dropping by to say that the piece about my dad came second in the Katherine Susannah Pritchard Memoir Comp.  Plus a short story that I wrote about a safari in Botswana came second in the Southern Cross Literary Competition. See here for details.

To summarise, I submitted 41 pieces of work this year - either poetry, short stories or non-fiction. One of these received a first place award, three achieved second places, and at least three were published in online literary journals. Plus, I managed to get my 8-word story  (Brisbane summer. Mangoes, mozzie bites and cold beer.) out on a Brisbane billboard. I also currently have a piece of work which has been long-listed for a comp - results out January, 2018 - and a piece of work which I've been requested to enlarge and resubmit to The Big Issue (more about that next year).  So overall, although I HAVE STILL  NOT scored a contract for my manuscript, I am pretty happy.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained and all that.



Happy New Year!!!    


Wednesday, 8 November 2017

News flash

I am really happy to announce that I've been shortlisted in the Katharine Susannah Prichard Memoir Comp for 2017. Results to be announced publicly on 4 December. 

The piece I wrote is about my father, and his last days in a frail care centre.  I called it "Going Home". 

Here are a couple of lines from the piece that I particularly like:

These things happened a long time ago and I have forgiven him. I forgave him because he served on navy destroyers in WWII when he was sixteen. I forgave him because he saw things no kid of sixteen should be made to witness, and almost certainly these were things he could not un-see.

And here are two pictures of my father. This recent one:

And this one, circa WWII - in his navy gear


Monday, 25 September 2017

The blank page

Out of the blue, two kind friends gave me a copy of Colum McCann's Letters to a Young Writer.  Reading it yesterday, I found this:



That blank page can be very scary. We expect so much of ourselves, we are often too scared to write because we have a sinking fear our words won't live up to our expectations. Don't be this person. Be the person that knows it takes many drafts to produce beautiful words. Be the person that writes something small - one sentence maybe - and returns again and again to build on to it. Word-by-word, if need be.  

Monday, 11 September 2017

Memories and Memoir

Newsflash: I am very happy to be featured as a finalist in Field of Words' Memoir Comp. 
You can read the piece here

I'm particularly grateful because this piece of writing concerns an emotional and distressing time of my life and I can now share it with readers. If I have any tips about writing memoir, they are write it like it is. Sometimes the truth on its own is enough. 





Sincere thanks to Field of Words. I have now been a finalist in three of their writing competitions this year, making me a very contented writer!