Varuna, Oh Varuna. It doesn’t feel like words will suffice but I suppose I can convince them to. I was sharing the house with five other women. On the first night when we all met around the open fire, Janisis, the Varuna CEO said to us: ‘It’s not so much the lack of interruptions here, […]Read More Oh Varuna, can’t I just live there?
Angela Williams! It couldn’t have been more poetic. I was at the first round of the 5×5 Roller Derby tournament, my first ever gig as a tournament head official. Ten participating teams, a ridiculous number of officials. Head reffed an absolutely insane game which ran over time, dealt with the first injury of the season, […]Read More And the winner of the 2014 Varuna PIP is…
There is a dead rat lying in the gap between my psychiatrist’s building and the medical centre next door. It’s a big rat, at least 30 cms head to butt. It’s been there for a long time, skin is rotting off it in silvery shreds, white stick ribs glowing behind and between them. There’s pot […]Read More A decomposing rat – or happy fourth birthday to my prison trauma
Back in 2011 I decided that I wanted to win this thing called the Varuna Publishers’ Introduction Program. Basically it’s a way to bypass the slush pile and get your manuscript read by an editor at one of the big publishing houses. So I overcame the crippling fear of rejection and submitted. And it seems […]Read More Made the Varuna PIP shortlist!
Paper presented at: UOW Presents: Crime, Cameras, Action, University of Wollongong, 18 February, 2012 Angela Williams A GET-out-of-jail free card will be given to 750 violent and dishonest criminals under a State Government plan to let them serve prison sentences in the comfort of their homes. As criminals were celebrating yesterday, victims groups were outraged […]Read More Gaol behind closed doors: What the media can’t show us when it comes to Home Detention
Penning a memoir for the creative component of my creative arts PhD seemed like such a good idea a year ago. I figured that taking my personal history and reimagining it within an academic context would be a therapeutic process, that it would help me formalise my self as ‘subject’ and legitimise the seven years […]Read More Self-judgements and penning the memoir
Dear 2010, I’m not very happy with you. I feel like you welshed on our bet, like you painted me a lovely picture but then took a giant dump right in the centre of the canvas, like you stole twelve whole months from me, twelve months I’ll never get back. Shaking my fist at you, […]Read More Dear 2010