The Fisherman

The ancient mariner’s face was as scratched and weather-worn as the inn’s façade, like a creature fabricated from the building itself. Ink-stained skin hinted of stories both exotic and hazardous, of a life well-lived in the arms of his favourite mistress, the sea. From my perch I beckoned the gnarled innkeeper for a second ale, … Continue reading The Fisherman

On Learning New Things

Nothing will work unless you do. — Maya Angelou I'm writing about a character who walks up to a house. What kind of house? Good question. The next two hours are dedicated to reading about Australian architecture in certain cities, eras, and designs. There was so much that I didn't know. Terminology for types of … Continue reading On Learning New Things