I spent the morning under the fridge. It’s quite amazing the sorts of things that end up under the fridge, especially when you have three cats. As I swatted out dust-bunnies, stray pasta, cat toys and shards of that cup I dropped months ago, it occurred to me just how much lost, broken, dusty and unused clutter washes up in the corners of our lives.

The floor is a good angle to reflect upon the dusty corners of my creative world and self-management routines, especially when I’m avoiding housework. Where does the dust and clutter collect? …


When was the last time you chased a mundane, every day thought down a dark road?

Many moons ago, at a busy train station, I spotted an older lady with no shoes walking confidently along the platform. She was pulling along a small suitcase on wheels. Her head was high. She had a quiet pride and a confident, peaceful energy about her. Where was she was going? Where was she coming from? What was in the bag? Why were her feet bare? My curiosity about her story entertained me for my entire train trip and inspired a writing exercise.

On…


I dreamt I was swimming across a dark lake that was thick with water weeds. The swim was not going well. The water was dense with weeds that stole the momentum of every stroke. Whenever I stopped swimming, they coiled around my legs. The shore seemed impossibly far away, draining strength and hope.

Writing, or any creative pursuit, feels a lot like that dark lake tangled with invisible weeds. We can often see the shoreline, but the drag of hopelessness and rejection and self-doubt pulls us low in the water. It’s very easy to focus on the weeds and tangles…


It’s hard to reach for the stars in zero gravity. There’s nothing to push off against, no pull reminding you where the ground is as you reach enthusiastically for your dreams. We contort ourselves about, grasping awkwardly at air.

I don’t know a single creative type that doesn’t day-dream about having all the time in the world for what they are most passionate about. Imagine living the dream, with nothing between ourselves and our goals but a landscape of long productive days and creative nights!

Unfortunately, for most of us, this is a dream unlikely to eventuate. We need to…


Sodawater remembers.

It looks so peaceful and innocent on the bottom shelf of your cupboard, but it remembers. It remembers every bump and indignity it suffered. You fumble a bottle of sodawater in the trolley or backseat and it will come back to haunt you. Days or weeks down the track, fumble long forgotten, you’ll reach for the bottle to enjoy a refreshing afternoon drink and, instead, suffer a shocking explosion of fizz all over yourself and your kitchen.

We all know people who are prone to explode at seemingly random intervals, making a mess of a situation and getting…


Why am I doing this? Why bother? Maybe I should just…

Whether it’s an exercise routine, a healthy eating plan, quitting something that’s bad for us or investing ourselves in a new project we all get ambushed by the twitchy-twitch urge to give up. It sneaks in as a wavering of determination, a flag in our energy, a shift in our thoughts. Its that perfectly reasonable voice posing that easier, more pleasant alternative. Our minds are very good at rationalising: we can talk ourselves into thinking the decision we are making is for all the right reasons.

Is it? How…


Studying as a young adult, I’d fall asleep in class. I drooled on blank pages, gossiped with a mate or doodled in the back row. Having my bum on the seat counted for something, right? Maybe learning would soak in through my skin or get filed away somewhere as it flowed in one ear and out the other?

I am a lot older and wiser now. If I invest time and money into study, whether for work or play, I make sure its something I’m interested in and I ensure I wring every drop of learning out of every resource…


My brand new external hard-drive is slim and sleek and modern and misleadingly light. I just spent twenty minutes crawling under desks, battling dust-bunny colonies trying to locate the bloody thing. It is, in fact, so small and light and discrete it ended up at the back of a drawer. This is not the appropriate position for one of the most important pieces of hardware in my entire house!

I was half-way through this article, typing away smugly, when I went to cast my appreciative gaze across the sleek lines of my brand new external hard-drive… Only to find it…


Not all days or weeks flow smooth and sweet and mild. Some days close into darkness. Storms fold in, obscuring any path you thought you were following, screening the horizon from view.

How do we hold a firm heading when things aren’t going the way we expected? When we suffer an upset, or an unexpected roadblock? When we are challenged or tested or rejected?

When darkness obscures the path we are following, when a storm rolls in and blocks the horizon, when the waves loom vast and trackless on all sides, its easy to feel disorientated. It's easy to give…

Nicole Walsh Author

Nicole writes short stories and novel length speculative fiction and a weekly blog https://nicolewalshauthor.com/ or www.facebook.com/nicolewalshauthor

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