Writing
When my first band folded in 1993 my dad suggested I try my hand at prose-writing. A freelance journalist and unpublished novelist himself, he gave me the information I needed to have a short-lived but educational career, living on arts grants and publishing two novels before I moved alone to Tasmania in 1997. It didn’t last, since I resented the compromises necessary to keep getting published, not to mention the isolation I felt I needed to write, but it gave me the confidence to still think of myself as a writer twenty years later, and to never stop writing.
Hand Drawn Heart
Online journal
2017-now
COQworks
Psychedelic pulp
1996-now
Brothers of the Head
Post-rock poetry
2003
Liadhen / My Boyfriend’s Father
Teen noir
1992-95