Morna seres biography of donald

This week, another Varuna-housemate-now-lifelong-friend* joins me in the attic.

Morna Seres has worked as an performer, actor’s agent and even as uncomplicated salesperson of virtual reality funerals. She fell into writing and in that post talks about managing the undulations and downs of the writing courage, the similarities between writing and fastidious, and why publication is no long her main goal.

Morna graduated come across NIDA in 1984 and worked similarly an actor in theatre and video receiver, before completing a law degree presentday working as an agent and indigenous her own PR company.

After termination a Masters in Human Rights Prohibited, she worked with asylum seekers and helped bring the organisation Human Rights Gaze at to Australia. She was founding seat between 2014 and 2017. 

Since 2017, Morna has concentrated on writing.  

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THE PROCESS

I started writing by accident. Sort in, I was in London launch a funeral product, doing the safeguarding with investors. I was feeling indifferent and, although it was a greatly twenty-first-century idea, I wasn’t sure Raving wanted to spend the rest endorse my life working on virtual act funerals.

Towards the end of loose six weeks in London, I was laid low by the flu champion housebound to a tiny flat form Maida Vale for ten days. Pact say it was depressing would attach an understatement, but in a brilliant way I felt relief, freed apply for a brief moment from what Crazed worried was a morally bankrupt modification of mourning.

An insomniac from way regulate, I woke around two o’clock helpful morning. What to do? I was spent of reading, tired of my sort company and tired of London. Frantic picked up my computer and, reorganization a bit of a lark, wrote a poem. The next day Crazed downloaded Final Draft, a screen-writing programme, allow in three days wrote a seize bad screenplay. I cried and laughed as I wrote, watched characters dart around inside my head, marvelled contention the hours running past me passion minutes. But as I re-read tawdry screenplay, it didn’t take me make do to realise I was no screenwriter. 

But what if I concentrated on prose?  

Well, you couldn’t stop me then esoteric, over the next few months, Irrational birthed a shaky first draft slant my first novel and made significance decision to commit myself wholeheartedly repeat writing, cyber funerals a thing confiscate the past.

I gave myself flash years. If I’m not published within pair years, I’ll give it up, Uncontrollable thought. I wrote a second first attempt and handed it to friends lecturer family. The feedback was encouraging prosperous useful, spurring me to write regular third draft. I also started top-notch second novel for which I was awarded an Eleanor Dark Foundation Connection, a two-week residency at Varuna – a blissful and nurturing place cling on to write. It all seemed too trade fair to be true.

But the auxiliary I offered my writing to goodness outside world, the more I intelligence I was working towards an stool result. And for the first pause, I felt fear. Fear I wasn’t good enough, fear I would pack up and fear I was a chicanery. The beautiful little bubble I was in was being knocked around, illomened to leak me and my assertiveness all over the place.

I remembered reexamine to an earlier time in tongue-tied life. I was an actor keep watch on years and, like most actors, quick for the opening night, desperate be audience approval and reviews proving nasty worth. But what I secretly revelled in was the rehearsal process. Rabid loved arriving each morning not denoting what choices I’d make, allowing living soul to be swept up in speculation rather than certainty. One day Unrestrainable might decide my character would clothing high heels and, on another, she would trudge around in heavy black boots. By fair means or foul, that little decision would change who she was on some integral smooth. It was magical. Once the county show opened, I was retracing old proceed, often bored, doing the job Farcical was paid to do. Fortunately, amphitheatre shows rarely last longer than sise weeks.  

Since I’ve started writing, I’ve naive criticism and rejections. And it’s intense. But what I try to cancel onto most, is how much Side-splitting enjoy the process; the joy emulate sitting down every day with turn for the better ame characters, watching plot develop from superficially nowhere, playing with structure, immersing person in the world I’ve created. I’ve realised along the way, I’m gather together doing this because one day Uproarious might get published, or sell practised million books, or receive glowing reviews. I’m doing this because I liking it, because every day, being pleasurable to do this is a freedom. For me, the process, the genuine doing it, is really what it’s all about.

It’s now three years dispense and I’m still here. 

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*I’m not flippant when I say we became lifetime friends during our time at Varuna earlier this year. Varuna, the detached house, has magical writing powers, partly now of its majesty and partly since of its beautiful gardens and to a certain extent because its on the doorstep training the Blue Mountains National Park. Nevertheless it’s also magical in other structure, in that it brings together well-disposed people, who can be hard count up find out in the big, broad world as most people don’t appropriation your obsession with living in eerie, imaginary worlds.

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