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the year that was... (2017)

At the end of 2016, I decided to write less: I want to nurture old and new friendships, to read widely, to have fun, to experiment with photography, fiction and poetry.

I wrote less in 2017. I didn't 'push' myself but I still wrote. I nurtured friendships online and IRL. I read more fiction and discovered new favourite writers and books (1 | 2 | 3). I read in hope I would one day write fiction or poetry (again). I made photo zines. Things happened.

I had fun. A lot more fun than expected. crammed in as much as I could          before I left.

In September, I moved back to Melbourne. A friend asks if I'm happier. I reply, 'I don't think it's as simple as saying I'm happier in Melbourne or would have been happier in Canberra. By choosing one over the other, I'm gaining but also giving up a different life.'

In November, I reflected:

A year ago I wrote a list of 14 publications under 'Writing goals'. I was published in none of them (though I …

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