Earlier this month, a friend and I took a women’s self-defence class. I went in expecting to feel empowered, instead, one “tip” from the course stuck with me in a particularly sour way.

In my notes app, I have a list called “brilliant ideas.” It’s rarely brilliant. But that’s not the point. Many of these ideas have sparked the beginning of a novel …

I’ve considered paying for private health insurance more times than I can count. However, when the insurance pays for crutches but not the surgery you needed them for, something is deeply broken.

Should Australia follow Ireland’s lead with a basic wage for artists, especially in the Age of AI? Are we heading towards an arts sector dominated by AI pastiche, rather than authentic, lived human expression?

Before each season, the highbrow part of me insists this is the year I’ll give it up. It’s rubbish. It’s staged. The editing is so bad it’s insulting. And yet, here I am. Watching. Again. But the part that gets me most riled up? The so-called experts.

I turned fifty recently. No wild anticipation, no deep dread. Unfortunately, we know too many who haven’t made it to this milestone. So rather than lamenting it, I’m honouring it with wisdom from incredible women who have walked this path before me.

For once, my outrage is completely reasonable. Here's why I’ve been obsessed with Belle for the past decade and why I’m furious that she’s got away with her deceit.

My last uni subject is writing fiction for young adults. It’s not an area I’ve explored much as a writer, or a reader (since I was a teen!), so it’s been enlightening learning more about the books aimed at 13-18 year-olds. Are they only for teens though?

Conspiracy theories abound. Some are amusing, others downright dangerous. What are they and how does your consumption of them affect your news feed?

Like most people, I’m still pretty wary of AI. Sure, I see its potential. It can be a huge help for anyone who feels unsure about their writing, but can it replace author voice?

Why on earth do we have Christmas-themed decorations covered in snow when we celebrate the festive season in the middle of summer?

Let’s settle this once and for all!

We’re all busy. Is this excuse symptomatic of a bigger issue?

Every November, writers around the globe participate in a unique challenge known as National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). The goal? To write 50,000 words in just 30 days.

Lenny starts on the bench, his stomach in knots as he watches his team grab the ball after the first bounce. The siren goes at quarter time and he joins the huddle. The coach is yelling commands and the assistant holds a white board. Lenny’s name is on a magnet down the bottom, outside of the oval.

I try to support every author I meet by buying their books, even if I wouldn’t typically choose that genre. It’s my way of showing support and celebrating the years of work involved in getting a story to a shelf. But it also means my shelves are overflowing with unread titles.

Talking about weight is SUPER boring. Body image is something women have struggled with since forever. And for women my age (Gen Xers), who grew up in the 80s and 90s, we are still shedding the layers of shame associated with the narrative of society at the time.

In the world of book publishing, guiding a manuscript from a writer’s desk to a reader’s hands is like a trek across rugged mountains and winding valleys, navigating the peaks of creativity and the pitfalls of market demands.

I am so tired. Stupidly tired. It’s frustrating and often times debilitating. My husband seems to have boundless energy. What’s the deal?

Do Australian authors need an agent? What are the benefits to signing with one?