Taking you on a short, wintry night stroll and thinking about the places I have written today.

Heading out into a dark, wet night, hoping that an evening with other writers will restore a rather frustrating day.

Cycling in boisterous weather and sinking deeply into manuscript-reading.

High winds change the direction of my day.

Remembering to take the day off, following in the bound of a wallaby and enjoying the night sky.

Almost incoherent after a beautiful day of Qi Gong in the foothills of kunanyi.

A good for writing day: grey and wet – and a letter from the passport office.

Another foggy start to a beautiful day, back to the School of Art Library and a trip to the pop-up people.

Finding a new place to write and enjoying a crisp walk under the full moon.

A slow and peaceful walk on Knocklofty after the buzziness of MoFo has departed from Hobart.

Dorothy Sayers’ Gaudy Night

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