Great Oyster Bay Beach Tasmania

I was walking along a secluded beach when suddenly a goat appeared in front of me. I don’t know how it snuck up on me because the beach was wide, with nowhere to hide. We stood staring at each other for a moment. It was a stalemate. What was that goat thinking? A rumble came … Continue reading Atonement


The Roaring Forties

bird flying over Bass Strait

A writer sits at her desk, looking through her window over the city of Buenos Aires - the city of “good air.” She tries to write, but she can’t. It’ll be the fortieth screenplay she’s written this month, but she can only squeeze out so many chauvinistic, trivial, petty one liners. They’re designed to appeal … Continue reading The Roaring Forties