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Two things happened today which crystallized something for me. They may seem unrelated, but they mark a moment of deep satisfaction in my writing journey and inspired me to own my truth.

A poem inspired by too much time looking at LinkedIn

An essay about family, place and a nagging obsession with photography.

Not quite a tale of terror on the high seas, but shades of Herman Melville as I recount a day spent on a boat in Hervey Bay.

Even without a deadline, writing can feel like a race. Sometimes it's a marathon. Sometimes it's a sprint. Today was definitely a hurdle event.

I’m notorious for not researching destinations when I travel. This is why my photographs from Maryborough are not typical tourist snaps.

Comfort buying in times of crisis. Reflections on a shopping expedition that resulted in more unnecessary books.

Another episode where the writer descends to cranky commentary on social media to make a point (or possibly just vent frustration).

I've never read Franz Kafka's novel, Metamorphosis, so I have no idea what happened to his monstrous vermin. Here's what I did with his opening sentence.

A passage about betrayal in a style inspired by Mary Shelley.

This image prompted me to write about what's absent. There are eight lanes, but only seven runners crossing the finish line.

I could have just described the view. But surely what we see is shaped by perspective? I added some context to give the imagery more meaning.

How jet lag took me on an unexpected adventure across the Brooklyn Bridge in New York City

How lipstick and laughter can help you through high school

Why sometimes a week at the beach isn't as much fun as it sounds.