I am about to commit the sin of all aspiring authors: The Excuse

For the month I have been writing. I have been living and breathing writing, I have written everyday. I have acheived nothing. This said, the deadline for Australian Young Writer looms and I must complete a work. It will be posted as soon as I complete it.

I watch her sleeping every chance I get. As we lay there on that single futon, the slats digging through the ageing mattress. I watch her now, not like I watch her undress, but as a Father watches a newborn. I watch her in awe. So many days I have struggled, sleepless through grinding tasks, just on the memory of what she looked like in the dark ( Read more... )

The first time I entered the Daschund building I was intimidated by everything in sight. From the moment I walked through its gold rimmed revolving doors I felt dirty. All around me marble floors glistened like some expansive, untouchable lake. For the briefest moment I considered skirting the lobby’s borders; afraid I would be consumed by one of ( Read more... )

Definately establishing this one as a working journal not for polished presentation. Yet, I think it has redeeming features ( Read more... )