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Provocation
I’m flying out to Rockhampton at six AM tomorrow morning, so I…
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Week of Doom
So, the birthday. I got some good, solid slacking-off-with-an-arm-thrown-over-my face. I went…
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and now we are thirty-five
It’s the morning of my 35th Birthday, which means two things. First,…
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Only Happy When It Rains
Commuting to work a few hours late. The Brisbane weather decided to…
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Oops, Mae Maxima Culpa
Yesterday’s post seems to have come across a little gloomier than I’d…
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BILDUNGSROMAN
ONE I was twenty-one when I first realised that writing wasn’t going…
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Ticking Things Off the To-Do List
I’m having something of a catch-up evening this evening. One of those…
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There is always something bittersweet about a looming tide of sadness
1. Beginnings This happens five years back. I’m attending a barbecue at my…
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Me Teach You to Write Good, eh?
There’s a more substantive blog post coming, but I’m just dropping past…
