To my novel: It was lovely to finally meet you. We’ve had been a few years of confusion, tears (mostly mine), and rewrites, and I wasn’t...

After a long (and delayed), flight from Hobart, it was such a relief to arrive at KSP. I’d been looking forward to this residency for...

The Uber pulled away and I took a deep breath. The astringent smells of dry bush, the wandoo gums, the scutter of bandicoots, the...

When I told people I was taking two weeks in a cabin to focus on writing, they were unanimously envious of what sounded like a relaxing...

When I applied for a KSPWC fellowship, I hadn’t worked consistently or dedicatedly on the manuscript for my third novel in more time than...

Midway through my stay, I reach an impasse in my work. My usual solution for unravelling any plot-knot is to walk it out. To pull on my...

The drive out to Greenmount was one long sigh. The roads were oddly quiet, as though everybody knew to get out of my way. ‘Give her...

The ability to remove yourself from other people and distractions and simply write—for as many or as few hours as you fancy on any day—is...

On the plane home to Sydney, hovering over a blanket of cloud, I reflect on my recent flash fellowship at KSP Writers Centre. A week was...

My Fellowship at KSPWC was wonderful and I’d like to thank all the staff and volunteers who enable these opportunities for writers to...