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.

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.

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.

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

I received another rejection from a publisher today.

When I was a little girl there was a prayer I prayed – over and over in my journals. I prayed that God would teach me to live a life learnin

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' ....

Today I received my hearing aids. To be honest, I was a bit skeptical about it all. Was my hearing really that bad? Was it really--

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.

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...

So, the other day I was sitting down to write the next chapter of Surge and I suddenly realised that I had no idea of the internal structure

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