Port Douglas

September 1, 2012

Several months ago I took a trip to Queensland.  A quick getaway – I didn’t know what I would find, but hoped it would be peaceful…

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To edit a novel takes patience, discipline, courage, time, and funds.  It’s a labour of love.  It’s something you started and are now forced to finish.  It’s a crack in a teacup when all you want is a hot drink.

That last one might have been a stretch, but the insanity has set in.  Visions of the mad hatter now spring to mind as I stare out the window of my little room (the White Stripes wrote a good song about this).  But with forty pages to go, I’m on the home stretch and the end is in sight.  Just try not to think about the next draft.  Or the mail.  There are only so many times a day that one can check it.  It mostly ends up being junk anyway, but throwing things away is a task, isn’t it?

In my novel, some of the characters may be experiencing some existential crises.  And as I sit in my little black room with the lights off to save power, I feel like a character actor.  Am I merely deploying the Stanislavski method to writing?  The trick I believe is to ride the edge; for going insane for one’s art might be heroic in some sense, but I have better things to do.

Cake, anyone?

Etihad Stadium by Night

July 21, 2011

Albert Park, Melbourne

July 19, 2011

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June 27, 2011

This might be a little hard to explain…

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Sunset in Brookton

June 23, 2011


Caught in the Storm

June 22, 2011

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