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


this morning out the corner of my bleary eye
black and
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
those annoying little shits
those dirty delinquents
boxed their ears!
smacked them into next week!

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.