‘The title jumped into my line of vision, and I swallowed without thinking. ‘To be Fed to Red Birds’…those six plump, delicious words.’

Today I wrote in Sunshine Library. Beside me was The Wolf, pen moving in his notebook. In front of me was the Melbourne city skyline on the horizon, and in front of me was a coffee.

It was a stellar day.

I’ve also been working on my novel in Melbourne’s majestic State Library. In between pen strokes I often stop, look up, and lose myself in the stunning dome of the Reading Room.

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State Library, Melbourne

And when rain turns the winter sky black and makes my front door unappealing, I curl up on my studio floor. A Blondie soundtrack here, a glass of whiskey there, and my Iceland notes pour from my finger tips.


I put my pen down long enough to celebrate my birthday, an occasion I always adore. There were dirty martinis with bookmarks, calls from Rotterdam and New York, and a snake skeleton so beautiful I may have actually gasped.


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Enjoying my birthday (NB: photo may not be current)

In between novel drafts, I’ve also been submitting short stories. I’m delighted to say that three of them have been accepted: I have work upcoming in both River Teeth and Stereo Stories, and one already published by the lovely Mookychick over in the U.K. This little tale, written around a Solstice theme and centering around a certain lupine love, is actually my 100th accepted story.

It’s been seven years coming, but it feels damn fine.



‘Gold’ by Rijn Collins – link here 

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