September 2022
Well today I finally submitted my short story (2363 words) for our local council’s My Brother Jack Creative Writing Award. It’s taken a long time to come up with the story and the character. However, I found the setting quite easily. I imagined what my street would have been like in 1942 and back then, it was filled with market gardens and dirt streets that would turn to mud when it rained.
As I look outside my back yard and see the same sandy mud while we have our back yard landscaped, I imagine that back then, where our house stands were crops of lettuce. Further down our street was a secret radio receiving unit that no one knew about that was deciphering Japanese signals for the war in the Pacific. Americans were seen driving motorcycles in our areas at all hours of the night but the locals never knew what was going on. It was a time when our city was in blackout and had a curfew. The irony isn’t lost on me that it must have felt like what we felt like when Melbourne was in the midst of lockdowns and curfews during COVID.
My story is called, “The Despatch Driver.”
I wrote about the prize in the blog post below.
I now await for the results. It’s the first time I have written a creative piece and I found it a lot harder than writing non-fiction.What a Personal Trainer Taught Me About Learning
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