Writing the Weird starts tomorrow

Couple of places left to learn how writing weird fiction is done, really, how writing better fiction is possible, honestly. Meet like-minded writers, interstitial fools and visionaries whose gaze is fixed not wholly on the futur/istic, nor entirely on the horror/ific, or the fantastical but which falls somewhere between those cracks. Where the wild things are. JS Breukelaar, LitReactor, Writing the Weird.

Novel Writing Workshop @107 Projects

JSBreukelaar novel writing workshopVery exciting to be teaching a novel writing workshop at 107 Projects, Redfern. 107 Projects is an inner city parking garage transformed into a creative candy land by a small group of people dedicated to art, words, performance, community and the sustainable soul… What they have done, are doing, within this space is incredible, honored to be a very small part of it.

Creative Writing Essentials Wraps.

Eight weeks ago I was thrown into the deep end of a course I’d never taught before (not exactly) in a community college I’d never been to, with seven students I didn’t know. We met every Wednesday night between 6 and 8 pm, after work, hungry and tired, in an empty boardroom somewhere in the city. After the last class we all went out for farewell drinks. How many writers does it take to find a quiet bar on game night? State of Origin. North against South. Us v Them. Blue v Maroon.

Pale blue jerseys and surly barkeeps everywhere. The game projected on the sides of buildings, on high-def screens large and small. No cabs in sight. The restaurants empty. Everyone at home or at the pub, and no talking unless you’re screaming or buying a drink, or you want a punch to the throat. Except there we are in our sweaty power-suits and teacher’s drag, stories in our heads and words the only game in town.State of Origin 2014

There were five of us left. Two drop-outs (my lost American went back to LA; my Indian dreamer caught up in home and work duties), and the scruffy poet a no show. We missed him. His absurdist ramblings with a healthy disrespect for tense and time and which left an indelible image burned on the soul (a vast vaporous train station where the train never comes, a bus bisecting a desert path to nowhere). So it was just us. We found an upstairs room in a big noisy bar and got to know each other a little better. All but one of us comes from somewhere else.

Between them one publishable story, the beginning chapters of a novel and a travel memoir, and from the Ukrainian auto-didact, a vivid take on a mother-son encounter. Each with a new path carved from their hearts to their eyes and their ears and their tongues. Their fingertips telling them that the world is now a different place.

And the school offered me two more classes. Go the Blues!

New writing course at Sydney Community College

I’m excited to announce that I’ll be teaching a Science Fiction and Fantasy course at Sydney Community College, beginning April 30.

Looking forward to introducing students from all walks and abilities to the finer points of fantastic writing, and to nerd out over the likes of Dick, Martin, Poe and King. Not to mention the finest of the contemporary writers—Aimee Bender, Kelly Link and Ben Percy, and more.

Gonna be a wild ride.