illustrated

because certainty is a false prize

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Last weekend I took a leap of faith. It's been eating at me all week long, and I've only just realised that the reason I'm edgy, and angry, and wanting to lash out, is because I've been feeling vulnerable and stupid. There was something I was waiting to do — waiting for the right time, […]

electricity is my crack

and her fingernails are painted new

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Dear Internets, I love you. In fact, it's fair to say I'm addicted to you. But — forgive me — I'm beginning to wonder whether even you are worth wading through the mires of the Australian telephone infrastructure system, not to mention all the accompanying so-called service providers feeding on its carcass. Additionally, I cannot […]

it's all about the whimsy

in brief

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Objective: Drive. Until the battery is sufficiently charged. Secondary Objective: Stickybeak around a few suburbs, to see if there's any I fall in love with. Method: Me. Behind the wheel. Sharing the road with trams. At speed. (Praying I don't stall because there's no way this sucker is restarting short of a jumpstart at this […]

electricity is my crack

it never rains but it pours

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The signing sheets for Postscripts #18 have come and gone on their merry way and I can say this with certainty: I have no signature. Truly, every single one of those sheets is unique. I am currently sitting in my car, which is at the moment a very expensive sculpture, on account of the battery […]

it's all about the whimsy

the leopard approacheth…

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The reformat has hit a snag. Of the "machine won't boot at all any more" variety. Er…oops? It was all going so well, until I made the apparently foolish mistake of updating the system drivers, as microsoft requested. I should have known better, eh? I didn't realise it was possible to achieve the blue screen […]

illustrated

back again (did you miss me?)

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Apologies for the extended silence; it was unavoidable. I've not been idle while I wasn't here, but madly revising a novel and crying out "What was I thinking?! No, really, can you read this sentence and make a guess at what I might have been thinking? It doesn't seem to have a verb in it, […]

illustrated

the road holds great danger

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The coloured tags mark out the pages which were too tricksome to fix on the first pass. Tricksome could mean the fix involved multiple pages, or finding a more elegant phrase which refused to come to mind at the time, or even that the fix simply required more from me than inserting a missed comma […]