A couple of years ago, at the height of the craze for such things, a couple of people gave me adult colouring books for Christmas. They were beautiful things, full of intricate spirals and minutely detailed images, each one a blank canvas open to a thousand possibilities for filling it with glorious colour.
And my first thought was, What if I get it wrong?
Continue reading “Colouring books and creative anxiety”
About ants providing medical care for one another after battle; the strange, beautiful tragedy of Nigel the gannet; and an orchestra made of ice.
Continue reading “This week I learned: battlefield ant triage, unrequited gannet love, ice music”
As an emerging writer, I spend a decent amount of time seeking out and absorbing advice from established writers. Two of the most common tidbits I have come across in my trawling are:
- Forget other people – write for yourself; and
- Write as if your audience was anyone but yourself.
Continue reading “Who are you writing for, anyway?”
Thank you for travelling with E. H. Mann Dirigibles today. Please fasten your seatbelts, note your nearest exits, and tune in for a word from your (more or less competent) pilot.
Who’s that, then?
Continue reading “Signing on”