Writing, Editing, Communications
If West End has the highest occurrence of native bee hives in the country, it’s probably due to Dr Tim Heard. Tim’s an entomological original: one of the pioneer native bee-keepers who’s been dabbling since the 1980s. He wrote an early article about them in Nature magazine in the 1990s. He’s done time […]
It will be the year of structure. I will make time to write, corral little chunks of hours. Things will be produced*. (*I will find an alternative to the passive voice to avoid that overexposed personal pronoun.) I have been guilty of calling myself a writer with little to back it up. Let’s be honest. […]
Laura Street Festival is one of the greatest. As usual, I’m not great at sticking a phone camera up and digitising the best bits of life: The lovely little stages on verandas, in back gardens, in garages, under houses The awesomeness of bands like Lawrence and Clare, playing to a couple handfuls of lucky us sprawled […]
Last night, I met a charming young Scot, a relative of my partner. Flying back today, he mentioned disappointment in not being able to find more old Go Betweens albums on vinyl in the record stores he visited in Aus. He runs a monthly indie night back home and is a fan of these, as […]
I guess there is a reason why I ended up an editor.
I’ve been back working with Brisbane Arcade recently, for its 90th birthday celebrations. I love Brisbane Arcade: its bloody history, its Art Deco bone structure, and its personalities — many of whom I got to know when I was marketing manager there a decade ago. For the 90th, I’ve had the exceeding good fortune to work […]
Too many months have passed without self-indulgent writing, with no wordy rambling save skinny scratchings in a work-related notebook and the occasional sentence plugged into my phone’s orangey notes. Someone has left a whole watermelon on my doorstep. The eyes have been scratched out of a massive poster of Wil Anderson up the […]
On the train from Eumundi to Brisbane earlier this week, I’d scored myself some glorious uninterruptable hours to write a piece whose deadline casts a megashadow over the month (and a piece that’s proving a challenge on two fronts). Or so I’d assumed. Lack of chivalry meets lack of self control, and the bloke who […]
is wonderful.
I may have finished a first draft. Have definitely been slaughtering some darlings.