Hey there!
In a couple of weeks I am going to embark on another subject at QUT, film and television script writing. It should be good and interesting to see how to write this type of work. I hope I can come up with a good idea for a 15 minute drama script. If anyone has done film script writing please feel free to leave any comments on here. I know that with other subjects in the post grad Creative Industries area it is best to prepare yourself with an idea before you start the subject. Notoriously, I usually have an idea but wish to think of something new, this is not always a good strategy. : )
I am trying to be more prepared this time. Regardless of this I am excited to do this subject. I am moving house again, I cannot believe it. But after I have moved I hope my life can get into some kind of groove, as they say.
So if you have anything to share about script writing, feel free. Until next post. Happy writing or happy experimenting. : )
9 Jul 2010
19 Jun 2010
Highly Commended Poem in the Sunshine Coast Literary Association Competition
Hi there,
I received a Highly Commended Award for a poem I entered in the Sunshine Coast Literary Association Awards 2010. I like this poem because it expressed how I felt in the weeks after my close friend died.
It is just nice to have received some recognition for my writing, as we all send out stories or poems, or other items and may not always be accepted. It is nice sometimes to receive something in recognition of our work. Thanks for being here.
I received a Highly Commended Award for a poem I entered in the Sunshine Coast Literary Association Awards 2010. I like this poem because it expressed how I felt in the weeks after my close friend died.
It is just nice to have received some recognition for my writing, as we all send out stories or poems, or other items and may not always be accepted. It is nice sometimes to receive something in recognition of our work. Thanks for being here.
30 Apr 2010
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Competitions and Blogger
Hello there, I am not sure what is happening with Blogger but I am hoping my blog wont die in the next few days...
Anyway, I am currently trying to select some poems and maybe a story to send into a competition. I think it is good to just keep sending things into the universe and see what happens with them... : )
I am going to write a post on a novellas and I am also going to run some writing workshops for beginners. If anyone is particularly interested they can email me about it. I am running a writing therapy course for four weeks coming up in May. Writing Therapy - I call it Expressive Writing, is a superb way to release any emotions, memories or things that are holding us captive. I will post more about this later.
I thought maybe I should simply put something up on here, as I haven't communicated on here for so long.
Thanks so much for reading. I love having visitors.
Anyway, I am currently trying to select some poems and maybe a story to send into a competition. I think it is good to just keep sending things into the universe and see what happens with them... : )
I am going to write a post on a novellas and I am also going to run some writing workshops for beginners. If anyone is particularly interested they can email me about it. I am running a writing therapy course for four weeks coming up in May. Writing Therapy - I call it Expressive Writing, is a superb way to release any emotions, memories or things that are holding us captive. I will post more about this later.
I thought maybe I should simply put something up on here, as I haven't communicated on here for so long.
Thanks so much for reading. I love having visitors.
5 Mar 2010
The Wall
A friend reminded me the other day that I should put up the Wall on here.
So here it is.
This was from the Amazon Shorts Competition. The%20Wall.pdf
So here it is.
This was from the Amazon Shorts Competition. The%20Wall.pdf
15 Feb 2010
Things change so quickly...
On Saturday morning I woke up to discover the news one of my closest friends had died through a few words on Facebook that I couldn't believe were true, and still can't. Mark Foster, my close friend for 24 years had died in a motorbike accident.
Of course I grieved constantly for two days but on the second day I started to write. Writing is the way I experience life, it is like talking or breathing. I cannot go through anything without writing. If I do it remains inside me like a bomb building in pressure. I have discovered this by not writing. I cannot live without writing. If I had no paper I would probably write in the dirt.
As I wrote it poured out of me. Meaning into words, feelings released onto paper, the screen-they were concrete, embodying my grief. There is something about writing that saves me. It released me.
I believe we should cry and weep when someone dies. We are so restrained in the west. I like it in the Middle East or Europe where they wail, beat themselves, scream and make noise. There should be an impact when someone dies, when someone is gone. There should be a tangible sign they have gone. When a soul leaves, somewhere there should be an effect.
I have been given writing - to save me - to bring me through these times. That is why I believe in writing for therapy. It got me through another terrible situation I had been in previously. Now, it has released my grief. I am still sad for Mark. However, I feel as if I have something of him though now. Something that will not fade. My writing about him. It is like it has embodied him on the page for me and he has not totally gone. My thoughts and feelings for him have been captured on the paper and they will always exist. It relieves me. It's like something eternal. Someone else could read them after I have gone and these would still exist. This comforts me.
I am probably being very philosophical today because of this. Death crystalises life. It seems to be in sharper focus now. The transient nature, to seek meaning, and to give to others.
To find your life, you must lose it...
I live by these words. I am going to run some writing therapy courses and some creative writing courses.
Well, until next time, may peace be in you.
Of course I grieved constantly for two days but on the second day I started to write. Writing is the way I experience life, it is like talking or breathing. I cannot go through anything without writing. If I do it remains inside me like a bomb building in pressure. I have discovered this by not writing. I cannot live without writing. If I had no paper I would probably write in the dirt.
As I wrote it poured out of me. Meaning into words, feelings released onto paper, the screen-they were concrete, embodying my grief. There is something about writing that saves me. It released me.
I believe we should cry and weep when someone dies. We are so restrained in the west. I like it in the Middle East or Europe where they wail, beat themselves, scream and make noise. There should be an impact when someone dies, when someone is gone. There should be a tangible sign they have gone. When a soul leaves, somewhere there should be an effect.
I have been given writing - to save me - to bring me through these times. That is why I believe in writing for therapy. It got me through another terrible situation I had been in previously. Now, it has released my grief. I am still sad for Mark. However, I feel as if I have something of him though now. Something that will not fade. My writing about him. It is like it has embodied him on the page for me and he has not totally gone. My thoughts and feelings for him have been captured on the paper and they will always exist. It relieves me. It's like something eternal. Someone else could read them after I have gone and these would still exist. This comforts me.
I am probably being very philosophical today because of this. Death crystalises life. It seems to be in sharper focus now. The transient nature, to seek meaning, and to give to others.
To find your life, you must lose it...
I live by these words. I am going to run some writing therapy courses and some creative writing courses.
Well, until next time, may peace be in you.
28 Jan 2010
Moving house...
Hey anyone who is interested...:)
I am moving house at the moment and working a lot as well as studying, so there is not much writing happening. I am deferring university until next semester. I will do my film and television subject then.
The other day however, I thought of my main character and how she is still lying in a hospital bed, beaten up by her neighbour...a complicated story...but I am not sure where her life is going now...
She is in good company with her new Irish boy friend and her irritating mother. Roger her West Highland Terrier is waiting for her at home in her townhouse on the river at Hill End, Brisbane. It comforts me to think about her and know I will go back to her soon, to continue in her story. But for now, I am too busy. The story, the novella must go on in the background of my mind while I continue with all of the things I HAVE to do. No one is aware of the dreaming, musing and imagining that goes on in the writers mind when they are sitting on a train, bus, at a soccer field, on a beach, with a notebook...scenes, dialogue, character's thoughts, backgrounds...
However, there is a time for everything and for now my time is limited. I imagine the reader of this will understand this very well. At least I know in all of my busyness, I can still work in small increments. Quietly and patiently, the narrative can still develop, under any circumstances.
I am moving house at the moment and working a lot as well as studying, so there is not much writing happening. I am deferring university until next semester. I will do my film and television subject then.
The other day however, I thought of my main character and how she is still lying in a hospital bed, beaten up by her neighbour...a complicated story...but I am not sure where her life is going now...
She is in good company with her new Irish boy friend and her irritating mother. Roger her West Highland Terrier is waiting for her at home in her townhouse on the river at Hill End, Brisbane. It comforts me to think about her and know I will go back to her soon, to continue in her story. But for now, I am too busy. The story, the novella must go on in the background of my mind while I continue with all of the things I HAVE to do. No one is aware of the dreaming, musing and imagining that goes on in the writers mind when they are sitting on a train, bus, at a soccer field, on a beach, with a notebook...scenes, dialogue, character's thoughts, backgrounds...
However, there is a time for everything and for now my time is limited. I imagine the reader of this will understand this very well. At least I know in all of my busyness, I can still work in small increments. Quietly and patiently, the narrative can still develop, under any circumstances.
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