Real mates kick your arse when you need it

Status update: exhausted. But in a good way.

I had the chance to check out one of
my favourite buildings in Melbourne:
Clyde House in Collins St.

I arrived home in the wee hours of this morning after four days in Melbourne. Last night I had about three hours consecutive sleep (which was the most in several nights thanks to a dodgy rented room in the city), due to drinking caffeine on the train. But I made it home in one piece. So that’s a win. However, after so little shuteye this post might ramble a bit. Bear with me.

Two weeks in the City of Literature

Creative immersion therapy at its best

The dome reading room
at the State Library of Victoria.

The past month has been Huge. Life-changing. One of those periods that could prove to be a pivotal – or starting – point in my creative writing career.