Mornings are hard. It is easier to roll over into that warm pillow and spiral back into sleep than haul ass out of bed to the bleat of the alarm.

As I shuffle to my writing desk at ridiculous o’clock in the morning, my creative side-kick is a mug of…

Inspired creators create. Creators lacking inspiration slump and whine.

Most creative souls will be familiar with a drought of ideas and energy, that pitiful scratch and juggle of stale thoughts and ideas as we claw after inspiration. We can sit and stare at our screens, pages, pens, canvases, clay, pianos…

With the covid-situation easing in my part of the world, I am back on the bus. In the busy bustle of the city, buses cut between lanes, swerving to the curb, chugging out into heavy traffic and braking dramatically. …

For a long time, this was my favourite tool in my day job. The answer (for anyone who hasn’t heard this story before) is — one mouthful at a time.

Any huge, overwhelming task or project can be completed one bite at a time. If you try to eat the…

A situation in my personal life recently took a devastating and upsetting turn. I had the very intense and human urge to sit in a corner and cry and whinge that life isn’t fair and woe is me and wait for someone to come along and fix the yucky.

Unless…

My friend and I headed out of town. It was a beautiful day: blue sky above, grey bitumen under the wheels and dense forests on both sides.

We knew where we were headed and we had a pretty good idea of how to get there, so we unplugged from our…

A week ago I took a wrong turn and, being extremely navigationally challenged, instantly became horribly, hopelessly lost. Fortunately, because I am so navigationally challenged, I was well equipped for this mishap. My nav-man quickly saved the day by chiming in calm, competent, soothing instructions.

2020 has been a year…

I garden in jars.

Partly because I am running out of room in the dense jungle of my balconies for plants, myself, three cats and two wild possums but mostly because I want to bring the beauty of the forest inside. In small doses. …

Recently, on a quest chasing yowies down a flooded creek in the dark, my friend fell in the mud. I rushed over to assist with more enthusiasm than skill. We both ended up in a puddle, laughing too hard to get up. …

In winter, I wake hours before sunrise, rolling out of bed into the dark and cold, doing the zombie shuffle towards the kettle.

After I have convinced my body that we are up, that yes this really is happening, my mind is at its sharpest and freshest. I write new…

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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