I am semantically sensitive. Not militantly so, although my wife might argue that one, but I have an acute awareness of the power of parti..
Last Sunday morning, we had a ‘Blessing of the Writers’ at The Big Table. If you’ve never heard of one of those, fret not – neither had we..
My father-in-law returned from a harvest-stint at the edge of the Wheatbelt for one of his progeny this week. His role description would h..
There are plenty of songs that get a whole lot of airplay around this time of year. Many ill-deserving.
I’ve been attempting to encoura..
Sometimes you’ve got nothing. Out of ideas, out of energy, all out of love. I reckon it’s where many songwriters begin. There’s something ..
There is a problem with quitting.
This problem arises after you’ve been quitting things for a while. Not just the little things, the ea..
For quite a number of years now, 5:37pm has been my least favourite time of the day.
In the life of a family, this is a messy, grumpy, ..
My wife, Fiona, hasn’t spoken to me in almost three weeks. At all.
Her silence has been a means of treating vocal nodules that have been ..
Seven days ago, I wrote something about quitting which sparked a great conversation at a BBQ today. It seems quitting, or even talk of qui..
I need editors. And I need to edit. There’s something about my writing brain that, more often than I’d like, overlooks error.
I miss gr..