Writer. Artist. Poet.
Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry on Apr 21st, 2008
There were once two friends.
They wrote to each other via electronic mail.
One wrote letter and sent it.
The other accidentally deleted it.
Murder.
The first waited and waited for the second to reply.
The second waited and waited for the first to write the letter they had already sent.
And they never spoke again.
They didn’t even attend each other’s [...]
Posted in Creative Writing on Apr 16th, 2008
Firstly, grow up on the opposite side of a white picket fence to your prospective partner. Have photos of the two of you painting each other’s naked four-year-old bodies. When you are in your early teens, you must catch fish [...]
Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Stream- of- Consciousness on Feb 26th, 2008
Devastate me baby
I was built out of these maybes
They concrete all the whispers
That have hung between us
You’ve had so many shiverings
And I cant except the murder rates
That lie between your eyebrows
Every Sunday afternoon
Pick up the rag dolls
That you ate for breakfast
There is nothing underneath your skin
That excuses how your heart fell in
I need to understand [...]
Posted in Creative Writing on Dec 30th, 2007
This list is not very long. If I was a better person I would write a list of 100 things. That is what you are supposed to do you know, so that you can push through the coinsious mind into the subcoinsious where true creativity gallops about like alphabatised ponys with pockadot hancerchiefs in thier [...]
Posted in Creative Writing, Imagination Investigations, Stream- of- Consciousness on Nov 21st, 2007
Writing Stream of Consciousness is like a Cloud. Sure, they are beautiful, but not exactly hard to come by. Its not like i work hard to write a Stream. You just sit down and write whatever comes into your head and if you are lucky enough or persistent enough it sounds really poetic after a [...]
Posted in Creative Writing, Stream- of- Consciousness on Nov 15th, 2007
I don’t think there’s anything left inside me Sylvia. There’s nothing left for you to take.
Last Sunday I packed everything that made me up into medium cardboard boxes and I placed it all into that blue moving van. You knew I had to do it Sylvia. Everything was in the note I sent you. [...]
Posted in Creative Writing, Stream- of- Consciousness on Nov 5th, 2007
Sometimes I like writing strange little sentences. Its a bit like Stream-of-consciousness because i just spit them out of me. i dont think, they just come. They are a little strange or profound or beautiful. Maybe they would make great song lyrics but i know i could never extend them, this is all my creative [...]
Posted in Creative Writing, Life on Oct 30th, 2007
This November is NaNoWriMo - National Novel Writing Month.
Its about stopping the inner critic, mindlessly editing, procrastinating, perfectionistinising and JUST producing. I figured out I should aim to write 1,666.66* words a day so I can have a 50,00 word novel by the end of the month.
I think this is a really great tool to [...]
Posted in Creative Writing on Oct 10th, 2007
I’ve promised myself I will finish writing Jac and the Wild Children before i continue with my next novel. But it is so much easier to do the imagining than the writing. And i have imagined out Jac and have nothing left but to write him down. But i will tell you about my next [...]
Posted in Creative Writing on Oct 1st, 2007
I saw a stranger with the number 56 tattooed on their arm. It made me think. Why would somebody tattoo that on their arm? How is it significant to them? Here are some possibilities I think I will put in ‘This is not a book’.
On the 3rd day after my father died I was sitting [...]