Tag: Writing

Suffice to say that the lack of blog posts indicates how insanely jam-packed the itinerary has been this trip. I shall attempt to summarise in point form: I walked up to our apartment (a gorgeous little airbnb which if you ever happen to be in Marseille you should TOTALLY stay in, it’s amazing) and squealed at the view. And by that I mean I squealed EVERY SINGLE MORNING. Marseille is one of the most creatively inspiring and photogenic places I’ve ever been. I adored it and took a billion photos. Let me show you round.   the writing residency I…

Oh my Bowie. Oh my Bowie. Oh my Bowie.

In a little over 24 hours I’ll be heading on the trip of a freaking lifetime.

After de-jetlagging in London and Paris (yeah right…I’m sure I’ll be sleeping A LOT) I’m heading to Marseille to take part in this amazing writing residency which I had the tremendous fortune of winning my place in earlier this year at Melbourne Web Fest. I’ll be working on developing “Viking Mama” as a web TV series, after which I’ll be returning to pitch it in full to the ABC.

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