I originally took this photo of a broken-down elevator to use as a metaphor for how we feel about life and ourselves, however seeing it was a little blurry, I went to reshoot it. When I went back, there was a security dude standing next to it. ‘Can I take a photo of the sign?’ … Continue reading This Photo is a Lie
I know a lot of people read vicariously as a kid, but not me. I was more inclined to ride my bike and go on little adventures around my suburb, venturing all the way to the railway line so I could watch the trains rattle past. So when I did pick up a book, it … Continue reading My top 5 favourite books I loved as a kid
We all seem fixated on amazing and mind-blowing achievements. Facebook is full of them. The 69 year old Grandmother who shreds AC/DC on some talent show or the little boy who puts his disability behind him to single handedly scale the Empire State Building in a wheelchair holding a coconut in his mouth. (Ok I … Continue reading The glorification of amazing.
Even though I include the topic of self confidence in the flyer for my school talks, I don’t mention it anywhere in the actual presentation. I’ve come to realise self confidence is an illusion. We’re led to believe that self confidence is some ‘thing’ that we’re all meant to have and if we don’t then … Continue reading The illusion of self confidence.
People often say that because I do so much stuff I can’t possibly doubt myself. Yes, I can write books, I can pitch to publishers, I can spend an entire day talking to over 200 school kids, I can sit on stage and be interviewed at writer’s festivals, I’m not afraid to enter my photography … Continue reading What to do when self-doubt creeps in like a stray cat to ransack the biscuits..
It’s easy to have an opinion. Everyone has them. They're thrown around like knickers at a Tom Jones concert. And sadly, opinions seem to be the only currency of most social media posts and news organisation sites. A clickbait cocaine infused rush of righteous indignation and outrage is now the only way to generate interest … Continue reading What if our opinions are wrong?
It was one of those stifling hot Perth summer mornings, where it was already 30 degrees by 8.30. I'd spent the last 50 cents to my name on a bus ticket to the city to lodge my fortnightly unemployment form. I then sweated my way around the shops asking if anyone had a job available … Continue reading The last 50 cents to my name