Maggie Wood

Being sick sucks. Being sick when it’s your birthday double sucks. And being sick when it’s a significant birthday sucks exponentially. I spent the lead-up to my birthday coughing my lungs up on the sofa, and I’m now going into week 6 of this dastardly lung infection. Thankfully, I think I’m on the way out of it, but going by my efforts this morning, it may take some time. Small victories have begun to appear. Last night, for the first time in nearly a month, I was able to sleep lying down,...

It’s been a wild ride since I last posted. Wedding ceremonies, scripts, illness and everything in between, but through it all I’ve been immersed in stories – the ones in my head, the ones I watch and read, and the ones I see unfolding in front of me in everyday life. In the madness of life, making things is the only thing that makes sense. From the end of August, it was full steam ahead, first preparing for, then delivering a busy wedding season. I only do four or five a year – that’s enough...

A love letter to the in-between: querying agents, Adelaide winter, and the wee rituals that keep us moving.