I first learnt about Imposter Syndrome from a (of course) brilliant, talented and thoroughly deserving of her high–achievements, woman who confessed to having suffered from it. (I say ‘of course’ because, as an affliction, it is known to affect women more highly than men - in one study, 75% of executive women reported experiencing the syndrome, and we all know…

Like many others of a similar vintage, I grew up with board games that may as well have been - and in fact probably were - agents of propaganda for the neo-con, neo-liberal capitalist war machine. The obvious being Monopoly, of course, the boring as batshit game of moving pieces around the board, buying and selling land so that you…

There is no blog as such for this update. Instead I invite you to head over to Overland and read an article of mine,  about how I wish for less "bogan's who go to Bali" in Australian literature and stories, and more working class stories from working class people.  But because this is my blog, which brings me all sorts…

I had a mentor, who when I finished my first book, said: move on, start the next one, and then the next one after that. Don’t wait around seeing what happens. It was good advice, and in my own way I tried to heed it because even though as an emerging writer I am too old to be considered fit…

I said I was reluctant to mention it, but who am I kidding. It’s pretty hard to ignore the fact that you’re not allowed to go further than down the road, and that if you do you might die. But something I note about LD 2.0 is how different it was to the first (yes, Sydney is the centre of…

I’m reluctant to mention LD (where two drinks are always better than one) for fear that this will seem to be another microscopic, navel gazing personal and inconsequential vent, or worse, recap of a bread baking, dog walking, look-what-I-noticed-on-my-inner west or coastal beach-walk (for those lucky enough to live there) day. And who needs that? If you’re not at the…