Happy Birthday Bradley Nordell 🥳🎉🍾🪩 (I'm certain the question to life, the universe and everything is in here somewhere…)

Sometimes the world just doesn’t quite fit right.

#caturday just isn’t the same since I got a puppy… 🙃

Gotta love a good snappy “I don’t wanna fight with you!” response when you push back on someone’s passive aggressive comment… 🙄

Oh to be a tree and look down and know that all that growth turned out ok and led me to the heavens.

We’re gonna get paid to write words. All the best words!

🥳🤓🥸

A book about trees
roasted matcha lattes, please

And a place to chill
in the CBD

#Melbourne

These are a few of my favourite things.

So, I think half of my interview was just to see what the dogs thought about me. If this is the case, I definitely got the job 😂

Next stop official Creative Writer? ✍🏼

Wish me luck!! 🍀

I’ve managed to get an interview for a creative writing position for an incredible company. I’m trying not to hurl with the anticipation of it…

Final stretch of the Kickstarter! Please share with anyone who likes speculative fiction written by talented folks! Amazing rewards and lots of funding tiers!

Who’s a good boy? 🐶

Bonus bee 🐝

Machoism is applying for an awesome job at 5:30 on Friday right after finding out they’re already interviewing someone… 😣

Standing in the last light
of day

Beginning to imagine what we are made of

Touching the sky like a lover

Subbo

His mother did her best to keep the holes in his pockets stitched and the frayed knees on his jeans patched, but his nonna told him not to worry.
'Stars can't help but burn where they pass through, and you, my child, are full of light.'
#BraveWrite

In my dream last night Neil Gaiman announced he would not continue the Good Omens series because he didn’t want to fuel any more angst-ridden PhD-level discussions on the topic & suggested everyone should read some Tolstoy & get outside a bit.

I’m heartbroken & bemused.

Cormac is VEEERY low-key bullying Matcha by falling dead asleep outside her little kitty door to my office while she’s in there. What a goose.

It’s strange how in dreams
we may hold the deceased
and say we are sad for their passing

It’s strange how in dreams
we are free to be free
and die all the deaths we are lacking