Studio steps

The cure to writer’s block? Typing. So here I type.

Once the morning haze had shifted, the light in Melbourne was so pretty today. Every day I take my lunch out to the fire escape in my studio and feast my eyes on this private view of the city, nine stories up.

Today it was courgette fritters and leaves. Except they call them zucchinis here. I’ve given it some deep thought (on these steps) and actually I prefer this; making them sound more exotic than the bitter little bastards they really are. I joke, no need to pull that face courgette.

Anyway, I suppose you’ll notice the bird netting surrounding my little oasis of calm, a ghostly barrier. I think it’s a rather touching metaphor for life.

Let the pigeons in and they will shit everywhere.