Scrawling in notebooks (and later deciphering the hieroglyphics a past you created). Click-clacking at keyboards (while wishing you had...

Muted sunlight filters through the wooden blinds in my cabin, scattering on the wide desk where I have been writing, on the snug reading...

The KSP gravel driveway through the overhang of lush green trees is a portal into another world. It is difficult to describe the...

Strange creatures called Woylies, Quendas and Bob Tails. A place where the cries of black cockatoos call me out of my cabin to look up...

This is my first residency so I was unsure of what to expect. Overall it was both exhilarating and terrifying. Exhilarating because you...

My time at KSP was, with no exaggeration or hyperbole, life-changing. I gained so much from this fellowship and I think I’ll feel the...

It all began in the Aldridge cabin, 2019. I had a one-kilogram tub of hummus in the fridge, Sicilian olives marinated by my then lover’s...

The elusive writer’s “magic” darted in and out during my time at KSP. Up on this hill, you can hear everything nearby—trucks, planes,...

I had the sense, sitting at the big desk in front of the big windows in my cabin at KSP Writers’ Centre, of being a point of stillness in...

In January 2023 I enjoyed a second week in a cabin at KSPWC as one of the EWP fellows. The weather was strangely variable with nights...