Imagine This
You are sitting at your desk You are sitting at your desk staring at a blank page in your notebook You are sitting at your desk staring at a blank page in your notebook and this blank page stares back up You are sitting at your desk staring at a blank page in your notebook… Continue Reading
The Tea House Writing Sessions
I used to sit regularly at a Buddhist center back in Australia. One of the members there was a student of the Japanese tea ceremony and she used to hold a tea ceremony for us once a month. The center was in the inner suburbs of Sydney, and we sat on our meditation cushions… Continue Reading
Cicada Time
A cicada shell; it sang itself utterly away. Basho (trans.R.H.Blyth) Late Spring in Australia is when the air swells with the piercing cry of countless cicadas. It feels like the ground, the gum trees, and the sky are all vibrating with them. The sound is incessant, to the point where it almost distorts your sense… Continue Reading
On The Cusp Of Creating
I don’t know what’s coming next. Sometimes it seems like the fire’s extinguished, the Muse snuffed out all the lights as she left, everyone’s gone to sleep, and the streets have stilled. It’s just me and a full, insolent moon staring down: Moon: ”What?” The thing about creativity is you never know. Maybe this is… Continue Reading
Creative Walls. Kinda.
Creative walls? I’ve lost count of the the times I’ve been partway through a project, everything rolling along nicely, thinking; “This is going great!” And then … Bam! When that sense of stuck-ness descends it feels as solid and impenetrable as any wall. I logged onto twitter last night and, looking at my stream, I noticed… Continue Reading