commune
on communal dinners, and planning for self-led writing retreats
Hello my dear Musers
Welcome to all my new subscribers and hello to my old ones. It’s lovely to have you here. This newsletter is mostly for my paid subscribers. My next free one will come out in just under a fortnight.
I’m writing to you from the warmth of the Perth hills. Today it’s forecast to be 29 degrees Celsius and the other days I’ve been here have been the same. The sky is wide and blue and the sun shines down on a deeply parched land. Dead or dying trees lie collapsed on each other or the ground. It’s a sobering reminder of the effects of climate change. All Perth people I have spoken to talk about how tired they are of the summer that has lagged into the end of autumn, how they long to wear winter clothes again. For a Melburnian, I feel I have dropped back into summer and it’s hard to reckon that joy I feel with the reality of what I’m hearing and seeing.
I’m in Perth for a two week writing fellowship at the Katharine Susannah Pritchard…
