A story that didn't make it into the book
Some stories are written, loved, and then quietly set aside. This one deserved somewhere to land, so I've filed it in the archive as LOG 015.
Dispatches · the blog
Notes sent back from the listening post: on craft, on weather, on the strange work of writing things down before they fade.
Some stories are written, loved, and then quietly set aside. This one deserved somewhere to land, so I've filed it in the archive as LOG 015.
Most of my stories start as a sound I can't place. A note on attention, patience, and the discipline of hearing nothing for a very long time.
Rain on a tin roof for nine days straight. What a Queensland wet season does to time, sleep, and the stories that grow in the damp.
A diary asks how you feel. A logbook asks what you observed. On the quiet usefulness of recording the world like a night-shift operator.
Opening the channel. What this archive is, why it is shaped like a listening station, and what you'll find in it.