Sydney-based writer sporadically blogging about writing, life, and dystopian moments.
Once I moved through the initial shock of the pandemic, I thought it would allow me to dedicate more time to my writing. At the beginning of 2020, I had my first short story published, and while an online anthology launch is a particular kind of awkward, I was on some level relieved to think that maybe this was it; maybe I was on a trajectory to become a ‘real writer’ now. Then the pandemic kept going.
I wasn’t always interested in podcasts. While my name means ‘listener’, I’ve never been a particularly strong auditory learner. I think people who know me would describe me as talkative, and I enjoy having meaningful conversations, but preferably not over the phone, another purely auditory medium à la podcasts. Conversations are better when paired with... Continue Reading →
This is me at Yosemite last year, in awe of a giant fallen sequoia that was wide enough to walk through. I quit science at the end of Year 10. I wish I hadn’t. But I was too squeamish for biology, not mathematically minded enough for chemistry and physics, and too excited by the possibility... Continue Reading →
Samantha Todd 