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Next Steps – Writing and Photography

More kilometres have been added onto my novel journey unfortunately. In its present state (draft two), it doesn’t work, but at least I know it, and I know why, and now all I can do is hunch over my desk and just keep going. I need to make some drastic changes and the thought of the rewrites ahead leave me paralysed with fear. But I can do this. In other writing news, I dug up a short story of mine from a few years back and I reworked it to the point where I was satisfied with it. I submitted it to one place but it was rejected. That’s fine—it was only one try and I was stoked that I actually submitted something for the first time in years. I left it for months, reworked it again very recently and found another place to submit it to this week. Fingers crossed, yeah? It’s not a traditional short story—it’s a piece of flash fiction at around 700 words, a little vignette if you will. With my …

Reviewing Glen Hansard

It appears that the last music gig that I reviewed was in June last year — Against Me! — yikes, I had not realised it had been that long. (My one year old kid helps me to pass the time a little.) It’s funny, I remember when I did my first review, I was a bit on the terrified side — not to mention that I took hours and hours to get it right and get it out. (And a right version of that review would look totally different today, but that is writing, and that is life.) I managed to get my latest review done pretty quickly (even with aforementioned one year old keeping me up half the night) which was of the excellent Glen Hansard. He performed last Thursday night and I was excited because I’m a fan; I have a soft spot for him because of his connection to Eddie Vedder (whom I admire greatly). I have seen Glen about five times now and each time he has not disappointed. It’s tricky …

Out With The Old

“I may have decided to pursue photography but I never told the writer side of me what I’d be doing with him. He was left hanging. Lately, whenever I had spoken about photography to someone and then heard the other person say: ‘And what about your writing — what will happen with that?’ the guilt would surface and boy, was it ever-present. Not a nice feeling. I did ignore it at first as I thought it would pass. But on the weekend I pulled up a chair for the writer side of me and asked him to deal with it. I told him to go and take an indefinite break. Maybe we will meet up again. But right now, he has to make room for the camera.” The above is an excerpt from a journal post of mine from 2007. For those that don’t know, I have wrapped up my wedding photography business indefinitely. I don’t foresee that I will shoot another wedding any time soon, but who knows what the future holds. For now …

Having A Baby and Writing A Novel

There are two definite things going on in my life that began this year. I am having another baby, and I am writing my first novel. It will be my second child; I’m due mid October. And it will be my second (proper) attempt at writing a novel, although, this is the most promising experience I have had in my life so far. (I tried to write something about 7 or 8 years ago, although, to be honest, I don’t really know what it was. After I abandoned it, I forgot about it, and I no longer thought of it as a novel attempt. Perhaps it was more like an extended exercise to teach myself how to write a novel. A practice novel. I guess.) (I also wrote about 4000 words of fluff for Nanowrimo during October last year. I’m not going to count that as an attempt either. The idea didn’t work and it wasn’t the right time for me to begin writing a novel.) So now I am 25% of the way through …

Published live review: Leconfield Winery’s A Day On The Green

My review of A Day On The Green was published on The Music’s website. Here’s an excerpt: Red lighting flooded the stage for the rock-funk number Flesh For Fantasy. The lights changed again for Save Me Now, illuminating Idol’s sweat-lined chest. “I need you to hear me now,” he sang, although it was hard to hear him when his chest was doing the talking. The Doors’ L.A. Woman was also on the setlist, the band giving us some love by substituting L.A with Adelaide. Billy’s shirt came off entirely for Rebel Yell, and the audience didn’t hold back either, tearing up their picnic spots with serious dance moves to reinvigorate their rock‘n’roll senses. You can read the rest of it here – http://themusic.com.au/music/livereviews/2015/03/25/billy-idol-leconfield-wines-jen-sando/

‘If You Want To Write’

I’m currently reading ‘If You Want To Write’ by Brenda Ueland. It’s an unusual book but somehow it’s just what I need. It’s giving me a very polite mental ass-kicking in the writing department. Not that I have acted on anything yet, in fact I haven’t written anything since October. But it’s OK, all is not lost.

Published album review: Rucker’s Hill by Husky for The Dwarf

“I will try not to give up, but I will succeed” – sings lead vocalist and gifted songwriter Husky Gawenda during “For To Make A Lead Weight Float” – all the while a miniature battery-operated flamenco dancer is stomping her heels in time to this story-telling gem (or she may as well be). The song builds like the plot of an A-grade film, but ends abruptly, as though a hearty catch-up with a mate has sadly come to an end. Most of Rucker’s Hill will leave you feeling this way, which is part of its lingering charm. Above is an excerpt from the review I wrote of Husky’s latest album Rucker’s Hill which you can read over here.

Published live review: The Tea Party at Thebarton Theatre For TheMusic.com.au

Ok, so I’m FINALLY exercising my writing muscles and have gotten a live review of THE TEA PARTY published: The introduction of Fire In The Head was met with sheer delight as Martin began take two of audience hypnosis. Red lighting beamed behind and above, and crossed over into the crowd. Lullaby saw Martin go into crooning mode. His voice has been compared to Jim Morrison but tonight he sounded more like himself – a far better compliment. The chorus of the melancholic Water’s On Fire hit the audience deeply and that was soon paired with Release, which the crowd started to sing along to, as if part of a mantra. As Martin called out – “I want you to be free from me” – it soothed us, right up until the moment he changed guitars. That meant only one thing: serious business. Sure enough, Jeff Martin rocked that shit out – fans stood up in respect to salute the guitar that took the reigns. You can read the rest of the review I wrote …

Longhand

Write every day, they say. I’ve been getting stuck into my beloved Jack Canfield, dealing with feelings that have taken me by surprise, reading my old journals and searching within. I’d forgotten about my internal pledges all those years ago to become a writer. It was such an unusual feeling to be reminded of how badly I once wanted it. For a passion that was embedded so deeply, how and why could I have let it go?  I think back to who I was back then, and I started to theorise that maybe it never got off the ground because it was all about the idea of being a writer. The sheer romance of it all. It would explain why I never submitted my work — well, I could count on one hand the work that I sent — but that doesn’t make much sense to me because I don’t submit my images for photographic competitions and awards as a photographer today either. I could also argue that perhaps I just wasn’t ready for submission …