Never again shall I sweat over bibliography formats and citations, or suffer eyestrain that felt like someone was tightening a rope around my forehead. Never again shall I sit on Amazon for hours on end, attempting to source the cheapest reference books, swearing profusely at the cost of postage and packing.
Doug and I stayed in a Beethoven themed apartment in Vienna, featuring an ominous Beethoven plaster bust, no less than five framed Beethoven portraits, and a whopper biography of Beethoven.
One of my favourite things to do when I have some time to myself is to look at antiques. There’s a lovely antiques store called Antiques On High (Broad Street, Oxford) not far from the Sheldonian Theatre.
I found these photographs in a bin in an antiques store in Brooklyn, and bought them for about 60c apiece. The bin was crammed with thousands and thousands of photographs just like these. Photographs taken at Christmas, in nightclubs, around the dinner table, and on the first day of school.
I’m a person who gets a kick out of being ever-so-slightly frightened, and is interested in unusual, strange experiences. I booked tickets for me and my friend Kam to visit the McKittrick Hotel in Chelsea, NYC for ‘Sleep No More’, an immersive theatre show produced by Punchdrunk Theatre. It was sensational.
I was totally stoked to have my short story The Shadow Sister featured on a recent episode of the NoSleep podcast. This podcast was one of iTunes Top 100 podcasts in 2015 and has a significant listenership.
About this time last year, I was preparing my application for Oxford University to take part in their Masters in Creative Writing. There were many redrafts of my Personal Statement, valiant attempts to track down the appropriate referees, a scrabble to put savings together. I really, really, really wanted it.