The MeThod and the madness

Kill Your Darlings

"Nights were full-body swarmings, where I’d wake after a few hours’ sleep, hot-skinned, heart jumping around like a frog. When I closed my eyes, the dark behind my eyelids reeled, like I was coming down from acid. In the mornings, I got out of bed, sustained by an afterglow of discovery. I looked forward to writing on the commute to my day job at a call centre.."

white night: 40 years after jonestown, well-intentioned white women are still a menace

Bitch

"They meant well. They saw ugliness in the inequalities of the world, their own privileged place in it, and wanted to atone for their privilege by purifying themselves through the force of their commitment. They were, in many ways, perfect vessels for fanaticism."

working girl

Prairie Schooner

"I want to be a model or a writer. I am neither of these things. What I am is fifteen and five-foot-eight, with collarbones deep enough to drink my black coffee out of, a head full of dreams, and a job with Western Australia’s largest and only Sunday newspaper."


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