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Emilie Collyer, who had an awesome piece in the latest Torpedo, has a creative, thoughtful and immediate kind of blog, between the cracks

- Literary Minded

Between the cracks is an ongoing collection of moments and observations, captured in words. Designed to give pause for thought, maybe a laugh or other kind of cerebral refreshment. I hope you enjoy.

The work on here is a small sample of what I do.

Words from between the cracks.

Where sometimes you unexpectedly find fifty cents and sometimes you find whole new worlds.



Working from home

In the morning I have a shower, get dressed

and eat breakfast, usually tea and toast,

I brush my teeth and leave the house.


I turn around and walk back through the front door

say hello to my co-workers, the plant,

the other plant, my boyfriend if he is home

(not so much a co-worker as a co-habitant in my building).


At morning coffee time I stand near the kitchen sink

- it's the closest thing I have to a water cooler -

and talk to myself about what I watched on TV last night.


When it is my birthday I buy myself a cake.

When it is not my birthday I buy a cake anyway

as it is probably somebody's birthday somewhere.


At the end of the working day I shut down my computer

say good-bye to the plants (and the boyfriend if he is around)

and leave the building. 


I take a deep breath of the refreshing evening air

then turn around and open the front door,


I greet my plants and my boyfriend

pleased to be home after a long day.


A Clean Job and other stories

Merry end of 2013 and happy 2014!

As a little combined update and teaser about my last few months writing, below is the opening of my 2012 Scarlet Stiletto Award winning story: A Clean Job. It's just been published with Clan Destine Press as part of my first e-collection of short stories.

Enjoy! And look for the links at the end if you'd like to read more.

Happy New Year :)

A Clean Job

Up and at ‘em. High level activity in South Precinct. Up for it?

The message dragged Fitz from a deep sleep. On auto-pilot she punched a return message: There in 20.

She blinked her eyes into full focus. It was 9.48 pm. Not too bad, she thought. She’d had over two hours sleep; proper, restful, undisturbed sleep. If she got that twice a day she was doing well.

Her heart skipped when she saw who the message was from. It was a sure sign she should have calibrated. The customised dose of chemicals, delivered via skin absorption technology, was recommended at least once a day. Calibration levelled emotions, keeping the mind clear and relaxed – the ideal state for optimal function.

Some days Fitz just wanted to keep her edge, rather than smooth out every emotional bump. This often got her in trouble, but her innate skill and position as an elite operative was born from her daring attitude. And even though she knew that it could lead to danger and loss of judgement, Fitz liked the buzz she got when she saw Maxine’s name on her screen.

Fitz zipped up her jacket and pulled on her boots. In the kitchen she splashed water on her face and sculled a cup of cold, black coffee. Then she checked and packed her mobile calibrator and the tranquilizer. Lastly, she slipped Marilyn into the holster at her belt. High level activity usually meant danger. 

You can read more about the collection of four crime themed stories here, or download it from the Clan Destine Press website here.


Fringe Dwellers

I wrote this article about making independent theatre, in response to a great piece Why Art from Alison Croggon in Overland 212 Spring 2013.

Fringe Dwellers is on Overland online.

Is independent practice always a stepping stone to being fully funded and/or incorporated into the mainstream? Is it more of a conscious choice about how and why we want to make work? Or, as Croggon suggests in her article, is it also systemic, connected to the lack of public funds available to do it any other way?

Read it in full here.


At the GP

This snippet of conversation took place between me and my GP - who I have been seeing for around 6 years - yesterday, when I went in for a pap smear.

GP: Let me just check your social history.

Me: Okay. 

GP: Are you married?

Me: No.

GP: Oh.

Me: I mean, de facto, I guess ...

GP: Children?

Me: No.

GP: Oh. Dog?

Me: No.

GP: Oh. Pause. I guess you have a lot of time to yourself then.

Me: Yes.


GP: My son has two guinea pigs. They take a lot of work.

Me: Oh.

GP: I'll lock the door now and you can take your clothes off from the waist down when you're ready.

Me: Okay.

On the table, pants off ...

GP: You're a ... writer. Yes?

Me: Yes. I just did a show in the Melbourne Fringe Festival. Pause (desperate for some kind of validation). It won an award.

GP: Oh. That must be good, to get some recognition.

Me: Yes.

GP: Just put your feet together now and let your knees drop out to each side. I'll try and be gentle. (Gentle laugh).

End Scene


The Good Girl - Melbourne Fringe Festival

There’s no end to her capacity.

That’s the whole point.

She goes on, and on, and on.

We turn her off for maintenance, down time, de-fragging.

That’s it.

We turn her back on.

She goes on and on and on.


Come and meet The Good Girl, premiering at this year's Melbourne Fringe Festival. Tickets limited so we recommend booking!