Last Day in Aus


Tomorrow we’re leaving Australia at 10.45am and arriving in San Francisco at 9am. Real world time travel, guys!

It is a thirteen-hour flight though, which I am not looking forward to. But I have my trusty sf books to keep me company and my own imagination if reading gets too exhausting.

The reception last night was amazing. I was expecting to go back to the hotel early (thanks fatigue) but I ended up staying for the whole thing because everybody was just so fascinating to speak with. I particularly enjoyed speaking with past scholars, two of whom are inspirational Indigenous writers, and one WHO STUDIES AI AND ROBOTS!!

Today we did the last of our workshops and Aunty Doris came to share her story with us. What a phenomenal woman. (Give her a google, she’s worth reading about).

We also learned more about the outreach program and how to give back to our communities at the end of this trip. Teacher friends, hit me up if you’re interested in supporting Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander students at your schools and I’ll connect you with Aurora.

This time tomorrow I’ll still be on a plane. Wish me luck!


Group shot from the Sydney reception. These are all the 2018 Scholars!

Day Two


I had a wonderful conversation with one of the other Scholars today about science fiction (surprise surprise), and I’ve been thinking about stories ever since.

Last year for my Genre Fiction class I wrote a short story called Free to Good Home. After a few rounds of edits, I sent it off to two science fiction magazines and got rejected from both of them. I was disappointed but excited, because rejection is just part of the process. Stephen King, as a young writer, nailed his rejection letters to his bedroom wall to push himself to keep improving.

I wish I had Mr King’s resilience, I tell ya.

Anyway, after our chat today, I started thinking about Free to Good Home again. I can understand now that it was lacking, not quite ready, but heading in the right direction. I’m thinking that a rewrite is in order (and there’s no time like the present!).

In between sf ramblings, we had some guests come and speak to us about scholarships for studying overseas. They all sound super amazing and competitive and way out of my league, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t apply, right?

Even if I don’t get in this time, it doesn’t mean I won’t ever get in. Maybe it’s just not the right time, maybe I’ll be not quite ready, but heading in the right direction.

Off to a fancy reception and dinner tonight. I’m pulling out the big guns (my sweet new hounds-tooth blazer and the nice jeans).


My second ever rejection letter, nailed to my virtual wall.

The Ed-venture Begins!


I am writing in a hotel in Sydney (doesn’t that sound super profesh and writerly). Our room is on the 20th floor overlooking the city. I’m reminded of a piece I read a few years ago:

But in those days I wanted to see everything happening outside, even when what was happening outside was too close to the inside for comfort. You never knew when there would be a revelation. At night the cities were like jewelled cobwebs on black velvet. (James, 1986, p. 5).

Isn’t that beautiful? Cities like jewelled cobwebs on black velvet. I love that image.

Sydney isn’t what I expected. It’s big, and busy, and sort of grey. The footpaths are different. There was a building clad in corrugated sheeting, multiple shades of yellow, holey like swiss cheese. I couldn’t stop staring at it from the back seat of the taxi.

The rest of the Scholars are lovely, and intelligent, and wonderful company. We ate pizza tonight in our hotel room, sat around talking about science and stories and passions. I can’t believe this time last night I was at home packing, having just submitted my Honours thesis. In a few days’ time I’ll be on a plane again, San Francisco bound. What an adventure.

I’m looking forward to New York. I’ve been invited to sit in on a science fiction studies class (I’m very excited). It’s difficult to find universities which offer sf studies at undergraduate level, let alone postgraduate, so I’m sure I’m in for a treat.

I’ve brought three books with me for plane reading—Gnomon by Nick Harkaway, and Leviathan Wakes and Caliban’s War by James S. A. Corey. I’m thinking a space opera is on the cards in my writing future.

And now to read and rest!


Sunrise over Perth

James, C. (1986). Introduction. In Flying Visits: Postcards from the Observer 1976-83. New York, NY: W. W. Norton and Company.