The taxi pulled up before the Maid and Magpie Hotel. The cab door open and David Anstey alighted. ‘Don’t worry too much, mate. It will work out for you,’ the cab driver said as he handed David some change.

So, I want to tell you all a little story about a time when computers weren't really used for art or graphic design, and it was really strange for anyone even comprehend that they could or would be used in the magnitude that they are now.

I've been following a bit of a news story the last few days - it's the Brooke Baking Scandal, at least, that's what I've come to call it in my head. Now, I'm not on TicTok, so I don't know anything about TicTok chiefs or TicTok Bakers - but I do love Cookbooks and Baking Books. I love collecting them.

Around this time, every year, I write an email to myself and schedule it to arrive sometime in April, usually after my birthday.

These past couple of days I've really had to knuckle down and push past a fear barrier of mine. The new gym I've been attending has been a bit busier over the school holidays/Easter break, and I don't deal well with - er - people.

Once upon a time, here in Adelaide there was a place called Glenside Hospital. I can remember walking it's decrepit, depressing halls...

David drove his small dagger beneath the cuirass of the Palace guard, watching as the man slowly stopped struggling against the hold of...

But, I dolled myself up all pretty like, squared my shoulders, and marched through those doors, determined to find my seat!

When I was a little girl - about six years old - I had an imaginary land I would adventure too called 'A Land in the Clouds' ....

I am very excited to announce the New Release of Gwenneth Leane's newest edition to the KML Publishing catalog: Messages for the Minute!

Last night I was an observer to a really great sci-fi story. Fully fleshed out characters, settings and plot all rolled into a dream.

I first read Treasure Island when I discovered it amongst a stash of old books in our house....

There was once a movie that scared me as child, giving me nightmares about volcanoes - but I couldn't remember it...

I'm either going to be called super dedicated to one story or really crazy because I write myself into a loop trying to finish an epic quest

Many, many years ago I went to England. It has remained the highlight of my life thus far...

So, I have come upon a bit of a new quandary while writing Surge. As I sat at my café today writing the next instalment....

Insektors was years ahead of its time. I adored this show. I still do. I think it is a work of art.

The first story we shall address is The Dreamstone...I think what drew me to it as a child was the simplicity of the story and worldbuilding

Here is something I have been pondering the past few days. I am one of those people who can watch movies and tv-shows repeatedly...

The sword hissed by Tyrin’s ear. With a twist he glided past the swing, allowing his bare foot-paws to carry him...