Going Down …

Many thanks to Reflex Fiction for publishing my story, “Going Down …”, on their website.


You can find it HERE


Feels like a routine

Feels like a routine. Even though I went to bed late last night, I’m up early and writing. January is nearly over. The summer holiday period is done, assigned by the calendar as history. It’s still uncomfortably hot and could be for a few months to come, nobody knows, but it’s trending that way.

I imagine the kids on day one at school. A fresh start. New blank exercise books, or do they do everything on laptops these days? After six weeks off, swimming, bike riding, tree climbing, turning brown in the sun, tangling fishing lines, eating on the run and driving Mu-um bonkers, is the art of getting the pen working again lost forever? Do bananas still get squashed in school bags?

There is a year ahead, and we humans know it. As much as the guru’s of modern living rant about being in the present moment and as hard as we try to do it because it does make sense in this anxiety ridden society, we can’t erase our ability for foresight. It’s hard wired, created by evolution and no amount of nurture can change that.

The writing stops … the pondering of possibilities washes through me and releases the pleasant neurotransmitters that have evolved to keep sentient beings hopeful and positive … the writing starts up again.

December 2017 – some results

As well as sending a lot of my writing off to literary publications and publishers, I also enter competitions. It’s a tough gig with huge numbers of submission/entries being the norm. So the common advice for writers, as you will get lots of rejections, is to be thick-skinned and not to take it personally. Certainly, don’t interpret not winning as a sign that your writing is not good enough.

In two recent competitions I had some success.

My story, BUSTING A RHYME OR TWO ON A LOVELY SPRING MORNING, gained Highly Commended in the Michael Terrence Publishing 2017 Short Story Competition, and was published in e-book and print. AVAILABLE HERE.

And my flash fiction story, ROCKET SCIENCE, was shortlisted in the TSS Flash Fiction Competition (winter, 2017).

Desk currently located somewhere down by the coast

Writing by the coast photo

Writing by the coast

After six years in the hinterland, I have returned to coastal living. I can walk to the beach and the lake. I smell saltwater and feel cool coastal breezes. It feels like home.


An excerpt from my story The Track:

With the raciness gone, life began to fill with the simplest of things and moments.

I collected stuff from along our track and from off the beach. The beach was different everyday and you never knew what the sea would offer up. When he’d see me stoop and pick up something, Davis would say, “He’s a goodun,” or, “She’ll work well on that necklace you’re stringing.”

Who needs raciness?

After two years our track to the beach was bare dirt in some places. The chocolate coloured patches in the green and yellow grass were cool in the mornings and warm on the sunny afternoons.

“She feels good, this earth,” said Davis.

Read the full story HERE

Werzy comes home

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This story was first published at Verity La back in October 2016. I would like to thank Michele Seminara and Laura McPhee-Browne for making that happen.

I now bring it directly to you.

Here is an excerpt (because that is what you do, I believe):

“Out of sheer frustration, Brad the bully, trying to ingratiate himself with the master of the lexicon and the swift kicker to the testicles, had popped out a nickname that stuck like the proverbial mud. Like wildfire the name Willy Wordsworth swept through Sunnybank State Primary School.”



Birth, School, Work, Death

Yesterday, I had a lovely chat and cuppa with a lovely fellow who brought along cakes. How very civilised!
He also brought some of his very creative sculptures and the two children’s book he has both written and illustrated. We talked about a whole heap of stuff including this somewhat negative perspective of life in modern world, which I wrote for Shift Magazine what seems like a lifetime ago.

SHIFT magazine

By Sean Crawley

There is no greater modern illusion, even fraud, than the use of the single term “work” to cover what for some is … dreary, painful, socially demeaning and what for others is enjoyable, socially reputable and economically rewarding.

– JK Galbraith


In good faith, many of us accept the conventional wisdoms of our times and get on with life according to the scripts already written for us by society. Parents, schools and workplaces enculturate us to believe that being a member of a modern progressive liberal society is a blessing that we should grateful for. Respect for the traditions of family, education and work is expected and if one does adhere to the rules a rewarding and comfortable life is the widely advertised outcome. Governments and business promote a strong narrative that the current versions of democracy and capitalism are the essential (and only viable) foundations…

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This, I did

Today, I finished the Digital Writers’ Festival’s Swinburne Microfiction Challenge.

Here is a snapshot of my work, showing the daily prompt, the story name and my digital filing.


And here is a picture that sort of captures how I feel after completing the challenge.

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Postscript: I have to confess that the first story I wrote was not entered. The deadline for entries was 9:00am AEDT each day. As my desk is currently located in Queensland operating on AEST, and being oblivious to the fact that I was one hour behind, I missed out submitting it. Doh! Well at least the curtains aren’t fading so fast.