A little video about my love of gaming even though don't consider myself overly good at it.

Just a little story about when I went to a writer's course as a teenager and how it shaped my rebellious ideas of heroines. XD

What can make a male hero truly compelling? When my sister asked me a question about Hawks, I found myself pondering the responsibility in masculinity within fiction.

It has been a really long time since I ventured into the world of The Dynasty of Earth and Stars. A few weeks ago, I woke up from a dream... As I lay in bed, in the darkness of my bedroom, I pondered the odd feeling I was having and then I realised what it was - Homesickness. I was feeling homesick. Homesick for an entirely imaginary world of my own creation.

I feel like a completely different person than who I was this time last year. For such a long time I tried to force myself to find a community, to fit in, to go to a church, to find friends, to meet 'The One' - or even 'The Group' - and I was met with a wall. Pain. Just pain. No matter what I did, or how I did it, I could not move pass that wall. So I gave up. I told God that I was throwing all that at his feet and it was his problem to deal with. I couldn't take it anymo

Tea & Whiskers first little pocketbooks 'Tiny Acts of Discipline' are available now in our brand new online Bookshop. As you may recall, a couple of months ago I mentioned that I was debating about going back to the Pain Clinic. Well, I did end up going back for that first workshop and...it...didn't go great.

I am working on something - really - I am...

Maybe the internet hates everything. I don’t. A ramble about Star Wars, Avatar, He-Man, nostalgia, and letting people enjoy stories again.

A few weeks ago, I was asleep, and I presume I was in a deep sleep at about 2am in the morning. Suddenly, I woke up, and I sat up. Charcoal tumbled off me. It had hit me, the plotline of a novel inside a world that I had been sitting on for over a decade.

It’s still very clear in my mind, the day I walked into the Pain Clinic at Flinders. I was in my early twenties, and I immediately felt unsettled. The walls were rotting and peeling, and I felt squished and oppressed from the low ceilings and tight spaces. It was as though everything about the corridors and waiting area was designed to be as uncomfortable as some post-modernist Foucauldian institution.

I still remember the day I saw the poster to become a Host Parent hanging on the oddly placed community notice board at Aberfoyle Hub. I say oddly placed because it was near the toilets, but I suppose, I always did stop to read it - so perhaps it was correctly placed...

Today is Wednesday. Which means it's Cleaning Day in the Writer's Cottage. It is also Christmas Eve. So, I am cleaning on Christmas Eve. Which is very - normal.

Kylie reflects on the loss of her long-time cafe sanctuary, and the struggle to find her creativity again in a new space.

Visiting Culloden Battlefield became a profound spiritual moment that changed how I see the world. A story of grief, ancestry, and God’s quiet presence.

I grew up dreaming of robots and rockets. Now I’m watching humanity step into its own sci-fi story.

I don't like ranting online. Let's get that cleared up. But lately, I’ve been seeing something that really bothers me, and as someone who’s been writing fanfiction since the days of dancing to dial-up internet tones, I’ve got a few thoughts.

A heartfelt Tea & Whiskers reflection on living with chronic pain, the difference between despair and depression, and how Pilgrim’s Progress and Acts 16 remind us that God’s promises are the key out of Doubting Castle.

One of my students reminded me recently how thrilling it can be to wait for a new tv episode week by week. Experiencing the story unfolding alongside millions of others. It made me reflect on my own moments of being swept up in stories, and how they’ve really shaped my understanding of different medias, and helped forge my love of storytelling.

This may seem like something very small, and not at all worthy of commenting on, but often I think progress is the accumulation of tiny, little triumphs and not so much the great, magnificent trophy.

When I was first diagnosed with fibro my Mum took me along to a fibromyalgia meetup at Arthritis SA. I was all of nineteen, fresh off being unable to remain at university doing Creative Writing, despite trying so very hard to remain, and enjoying myself there.