Writer’s block is a phrase I won’t use in relation to my writing practice. It sounds too much like a disease that I’m at risk of ‘catching’. There are times when the words don’t flow, but like any condition, prevention is the best cure. Think first, write later. Joyce Carol Oates urges writers to “think…

On New Year’s Eve a fellow reveller asked “why do you write?” and the answer eluded me. It’s been a few days since the party, but I’d like another shot at the title. On a recent international flight I watched a film about American novelist Thomas Wolfe and his editor Max Perkins. Despite Jude Law crowding the screen…

When I give a creative writing workshop, I’ll sometimes break the word imagination into three: I for the self; MAGI being an archaic term for a magician, wise man, or sorcerer; and NATION representing a country or terrain. Put together and we might consider that each of us contains a kind of inner magician able…

The first impressions that would become my story began on the road. I had always intended to try to write a novel on the road; I had even started one once, so abandoned now that I can’t even remember what it was. As I crossed the Nullarbor Plain, the great desert that stretches across Australia’s…

Can you tell us a little bit about Elvis? Had you had any other animal companions previously? I’ve had many pets – tortoises, guinea pigs, budgies, stick insects, hens, cats, ducks, fish, dogs and a goat. But never a horse until I encountered Elvis, in a terrible condition, on a hillbilly farm in Green Pidgeon…

Florence. Italy. Two nouns. Two places. One location. Two concepts for what they evoke within traveller mythology. If I’m allowed the sports arena-like satellite digital drill-down: we find two poets in the mesmeric and genteel surrounds of the NYU Campus in Florence.  I can put my hand up to being one of those poets, with…

Here’s the writer in her garret, quill in hand, parchment at the ready, starving. She lives on bread and gruel and inspiration. The latter arrives punctually every day, courtesy of her muse, who alights on her shoulder and whispers in her ear. She, dutiful amanuensis, scribbles away, oblivious to her drear surroundings and unkempt hair,…

When I jumped with both feet into the freelance writing pool in 2011, I had no idea of what to expect or what to do. I had never even met anyone in Kenya who worked full-time as an online-based freelance writer. So basically, I went in blind. Any fantasies that I had about a writer’s…

I am honoured and thrilled to have been longlisted for the 2016 Richell Prize. It’s a truism that writing can be a lonely business, full of angst and self-doubt. Hearing now and then that someone else values your story, and believes in your ability to tell it, is tremendously affirming. Along the same lines, it’s…

‘When I am working on a book or a story I write every morning as soon after first light as possible,’ Ernest Hemingway told Paris Review in 1954. ‘There is no one to disturb you and it is cool or cold and you come to your work and warm as you write.’ Ah, dear Hemingway,…

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