*Trigger warning: dead bodies* There’s blood on my hands. I don’t know when it got there, or how. We were shooting, how am I covered in blood? The volunteer-privates loaded the bodies, but I’m still covered in blood. “You alright?” Yurovsky grunts, his eyes narrowed on the dark road ahead. I take a deep drag […]Read More 16.07.1918
INT. RESTAURANT. DAY.Restaurant with tall ceilings and an ocean view. Five women sit at a round table: SANDRA, SARAH, JO, ROSIE AND KAYLA. Their plates are laden with food and glasses filled with champagne–it’s bottomless brunch. They are all 26-year-old friends from high school having a catch up. A tired male waiter lingers in the […]Read More Bottomless Brunch
In my first degree, I studied Creative Writing as a minor. It was the first time that I started a project under the scrutiny of a teacher – and it was not fun. This was during my T.S. Eliot faze, so my idea was to combine his poetic style with a dream concept post-apocalyptic civilisation. […]Read More Sourcing writing inspiration
I don’t usually go to orientations. I’ve spent so much of my life in education, I always felt like I knew what university was about. But I was in a new city this time, Melbourne significantly more lively and intricate than my sleepy hometown, Perth. I went to the Professional Writing and Editing (PWE) orientation […]Read More My first friend: Vale Ania Walwicz
I started 2020 with a new job in a fancy office and a plan to finish my university studies by 2021. I was anxious going into January. Though I had been excited for my new job, I was quickly realising that it was not the position I thought I’d accepted. Instead of creating learning resources, […]Read More 2020: oh, what a year.
…continued. As Becky came through the tennis court gate, Davis stuck out his leg and tripped her. Becky went sprawling in a sea of bouncing balls, skidding her hands on the ground. Davis, Garret and Elena burst out laughing, joined by everyone else who saw the epic stack. My first instinct was to help Becky […]Read More Fight for Love 1 contd.
Chapter One “Fight, fight, fight, fight!”I swallowed hard and clenched my fist. In the corner of my eye I could see Becky, her hands clutched together in a silent prayer. Fiona was beside her, arms crossed and shaking her head. Ynez had already gone home.I took a deep breath and studied my opponent. He obviously […]Read More Fight for Love 1
Dinkus has to be one of the best words I’ve learnt in my PWE course. A dinkus is a line of asterisks or a small symbol that marks a section break in published work. Typically they’re used for scene or point of view changes, and they’re a great alternative to cutting a chapter short. Three […]Read More Section breaking with a dinkus
This year was incredibly difficult for me. I spent eight of twelve months actively searching for a job. Only four of those months did I have employment, the other four I was supported by Centrelink and my dwindling (and now non-existent) savings. This isn’t a unique experience. I know many people who are highly educated […]Read More Job Searching: You Have The Power
Role lock. It sounds like big companies messing with games they don’t understand. But when stoic meme-lord and Game Director Jeff Kaplan announced the plan on July 18, we heard the voices of thousands of goats suddenly die out. So, what is 2:2:2 role lock? In direct contrast to the mind-numbing GOATS meta of triple […]Read More Blizzard’s 2:2:2 role lock in Overwatch