On the pastel wall-papered rooms of my grandparent’s house in Coffs Harbour, three small prints (copies of paintings by Albert Namatjira) hung in silence. Read more

I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again – I love playwrights. Read more

There are moments in our lives that are only ours. Pure moments, hidden from the ones we love, or love us. There are moments, thoughts that are not ever externalized. They sit replaying in us – gently, invisibly guiding our decisions and our patterns – of love, of hate, of self-sabotage, of victory, of sheer delight in living. Read more

It was Mardi Gras Fair day, when I headed to New Theatre. The streets were filled with clusters of people – long legged drag queens, petite men with stripey shirts, men holding hands, rainbow colours, music. Read more

“Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will.”
G B Shaw. Read more

Just passing on bits and pieces that have landed in my inbox/phone/facebook account… Read more

It was last Wednesday when I saw this show. I don’t need my diary to remind me of that. Read more

The Australian Theatre For Young People’s Fresh Ink Program is one of the most coveted playwriting programs for playwrights who are under 26. Read more

Look, I didn’t mean for this to happen.

No. I really didn’t.

I tumbled blindly, headfirst. Utterly, deeply, into this black framed abyss – a blog. Read more

A quiet and modest email lands in my inbox. Unlike the usual “COME SEE MY PLAY” demands of the industry, it’s a neat and modest request, that I come to the International premiere of new Australian play. How could I resist? Read more