Can you even be a travel writer anymore? A successful one? A good one?!
Certainly, in this current climate of unpredictability—the ‘will they, won’t they’ of lockdowns and border closures—you’re more likely to garner followers, likes and clout for writing about sourdough rather than seeking, soaking or sunning
I’ve always been fascinated by the spell a good yarn can cast over you but it wasn’t until I studied screenwriting that I actually understood where that magic came from: structure.
In the past few years, I’ve embraced a reverence for the object as artefact. Fears that digitisation would render print books obsolete were unwarranted. Vinyl records, nearly extinct in the early two-thousands, are making a comeback. It’s in the weight of the thing, in seeing the physicality of pages, grooves and keys.
Read MoreUnfortunately, I am one of those people who hasn’t been lucky amidst COVID-19. My contract work has dried up (although to be honest, my job requires me to be in contact with a lot of people throughout the day, so being home is somewhat good) and I suddenly now have ample free time to do whatever I want—within legal boundaries, of course.
Read MoreBooks for Cooks is a Melbourne staple – a delectable marriage of literary and food cultures, packed into a building bright with natural light in the middle of the Queen Victoria Market. If you visit on the days the markets are alive and full, you can hear the fruit and veg traders plying their wares five metres out the back door. What could be better than fresh fruit, a coffee and an armful of books?
Permanence is the continued existence of something indefinitely – a tangible thing, like a tattoo. Yet permanence is not one-dimensional and it exists in the things we cannot touch as well. In our lives, there are junctures; moments when we make a decision and its effect is equally as permanent as an inked needle put to skin. When we encounter these junctures, we are not always aware that the decision we make in that moment will have percussive ramifications.
Read MoreIt’s a story we know well. A bright-eyed, sexually inexperienced girl falls for a man in a position of power. She’s shy but he’s mesmerised – he’s never met a girl like her before. She loses her virginity and calls it Love. But he has a secret past, it’s only a matter of time before it comes back to haunt him. He fucks up, but he’s sorry. She’s crying, but he’s sorry. He’s fucked in the head, he can prove it – and does, tells her everything about his troubled past. It’s not him, it’s history, it’s ingrained. But he loves her and he’s sorry; he’s never met a girl like her before. Through tears she – still young and inexperienced, despite all the Love they’ve been having recently – forgives him.
