I'm inspired by...Everything. Seriously, there’s a story in absolutely everything. Whether it’s an Aussie spin-off of The Walking Dead, an experience I had at an airport lounge, a line from a song, or a fleeting vision of a woman in orange pants who was walking with her young son in a car park… I daydream a lot, maybe too much, definitely. I can spiral nearly anything into a story worth ruminating on. One that sticks hard for me is a young woman playing speed chess with a homeless man on a busy street corner in Sydney, while Hurt by Johnny Cash blared from a nearby stereo. I’d just love to turn that into a story, but I’m just not sure where to go with it.I started writing because...I love it. I’ve always loved it. I’ve always had a wild imagination, and the ability to create my own universe and escape into it is just so appealing. As far back as I can remember, I wanted to be a writer, even before the cliché boyhood dreams of becoming a policeman or a fighter pilot. I actually imagined that I would have to sell my novels on my front lawn, much like a lemonade stand. Kids…I’m currently working on...Tarting up some of my earlier work to be posted online. I drafted a rather uninspired coming-of-age novel about a young soldier trying to find his way in the world back in the mid-2000s, and I followed that up with opening chapters to a few more novel ideas in the supernatural, sci-fi, and crime thriller genres. While I think my writing skills have come a long way since those humble beginnings, I think there’s still some merit in sharing selected pieces of those endeavours. I’m especially interested to see if readers think there’s any potential in developing those ideas further.
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````````She carefully surveys the sleeping street from behind the wheel of her royal-blue Honda Civic. It’s the perfect hide, parked among the other late-model cars lining both sides of the road. The modest houses beyond lay dormant. No flicker of televisions from behind curtains hint that anyone is still awake. There’s no movement outside either, except for the dozen or so moths...
Added 08 Apr 2017 | Category Thriller
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The fifty-two-metre fishing trawler loomed high above us, its rust-ravaged hull already succumbing to the relentless invasion of barnacles and other parasitic sea life. Listing forty-odd degrees on its port side, it exposed its belly like a lazy dog hoping for a pat. It was a monolith. I felt tiny in its presence. I chased the slowly ascending trail of bubbles around the leaning prow of...
Added 05 Sep 2015 | Category Adventure
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