In The Paper House, Anna Spargo-Ryan explores the intricacies of family, grief, mental illness, and what happens when all three of these combine in an unexplainable, incomprehensible manner. Heather, Spargo-Ryan’s protagonist, suffers an incredible loss at the beginning of the novel, and before long, we are swept up on a journey that looks forwards, backwards, and most importantly, inside […]

Today was my second day at the Brisbane Writers Festival, and my third year working here as part of the team. I’d first attended four years ago, courtesy of a pair of tickets I’d won off Twitter from the ABC. I’ve always loved the atmosphere, the fact that I got to talk to other people […]

As most of you know, I’ve been pretty busy lately – mainly with the thesis – but I’ve also been submitting to a decent amount of literary magazines/websites. It’s been great to write to and for a range of prompts, in both fiction and non fiction. To that effect, I have a number of pieces […]

This year is the 200th anniversary of Charlotte Bronte’s birth, and the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare’s death. Let’s start with Shakespeare – after all, he’s been getting all the attention lately, right? I don’t think I’ll ever tire of Shakespeare’s writing. It really is something special, and I think I knew this even when I […]

I leaned against the back of my chair, knees curled up to my chest, a drape of black chiffon protecting it from the harsh edge of the desk. My eyes threatened to close, and I considered taking a brief nap and berated myself for not getting enough sleep all at the same time. The dull […]

There are many layers to her, if you take the time to get to know her. Isn’t that what they all say? She’s always been the middle child. The one who is so often overlooked. Quiet, introverted, some might say, though you think sometimes those people don’t really know the meaning of the word. She’s […]

That was an awful lot of hatred, he thought. So much raw sinew and muscle and just… red. He tried to turn away from it, but it was everywhere. Stained onto his vision, into his bones. And he was so very cold. He was all ready to give up, all ready for the torrent of […]