hi, i'm amy.
I’m a Melbourne-based writer, creative writing teacher, and traceuse.
I write to feel connected to the world around me, to better understand myself, my relationships, the ways we are all the same and different, and how we fit into the scheme of things.
I founded Creative Write-it to provide a safe, encouraging space for young people (and the young at heart!) to express their thoughts and ideas, to imagine and have fun, and to learn how to write in their own voice.
I train parkour for the mental and physical challenge of not just being in the world but facing it, seeing it in new ways, and overcoming the obstacles it presents. The movements are playful, creative, and practical, and they cultivate an attitude to life that aligns with my desire to always find ways to be a better version of myself, and to use my skills to help others.
Want to work together? I'd love to hear from you!
Say Hello to request a written article, story contribution, or guest blog post.
Visit Creative Write-it to join a workshop or request a school visit.
Visit Melbourne Parkour or Australian Parkour to find out more about the communities I'm involved in.
Or check out my books & other published words here.
To stay in touch, I'm on Facebook and Instagram. You can also subscribe to weekly(ish) thoughts and updates here.
Thanks for stopping by!
falling leaves & a bird [blog]
I write because it makes me feel better. I write because the words I want to express are so much prettier on the page than when they tumble out my mouth, in broken sentences, in the wrong order, and sometimes – often – as the wrong words altogether. I write because sometimes I feel a blank page is the only one in the world that can not only understand me, but just stand me. I write so I don’t forget. I write to make sense of the world. I write because it makes some things last forever and something things disappear and I will never have more power than that in any lifetime. I write because it’s physical, connecting my mind to my arm, my wrist, my fingers that grip this pen. Because I can see words appearing where there were none before, and now they are a tangible thing to be seen, and this gives me the opportunity, when I stop, to step back and see my mind. How strange and beautiful and surprising it can be. And I can remember who I am and why I’m here and that all of the moments up until now have led me to this point. And for that I am grateful. I write because it is a privilege, because I can and I want to and I must. I write because it feels right. I write because it’s the best thing I know how to do. I write because it’s the best thing I have to give back to the world, and I write because I will never tire of finding words to describe the beauty in the bookends of each day. [Falling Leaves & a Bird, October 2014]
postcards from here
Weekly(ish) letters from me to you.