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About matclarke

Writing became a hobby at the age of ten, boredom being a great catalyst. Whenever I had an idea I would put words to paper until something interesting was produced. I have always loved dreaming up and writing new stories. I wrote from the age of 10 and also built or designed unusual contraptions and created tools for working with assorted wood products. Creativity has always been my thing, however, no other person within my extended family harbours this same creative gene, so I always assumed I was odd rather than artistic. My non-fiction work has been inspired by my letter writing to government bodies and assorted companies, either to request information on a current associated issue or to offer a solution to an ongoing problem with (if a local government) traffic, public transport, spending, banks, etc. And (if a company) an idea for the product so that it could become better accepted by consumers, or in some cases, healthier for consumers. In December 2009 I came across a story I had begun a month earlier but so far written only a single page. I read it again and realised the story was not only interesting but also had the effect of creating excitement as to what would happen next. I immediately decided this could be a great beginning to a piece which could become my first full length novel, Wake (working title). The idea for Wake was born from a writing retreat on the outskirts of Bendigo, Australia. I had taken a break from punching keys on my laptop and walked from the small cabin into the night. Now standing in the silence with the tree canopy looming above, I watched the breeze adjust the leaves ever so slightly—barely enough to create a rustling. It was a creepy, lonely night; isolating beyond anything I had experienced. I smiled. An idea seeded: What would it be like to wake in the middle of nowhere with no memories and no idea of how you came to be there. Wake, is my first completed novel and I am currently 45,000 words into its sequel. I am also editing, Citylife, my second completed novel, and finished writing my third novel, Blue, whilst on a return trip from the US where I visited for book research. You’re welcome to have a read of some of my short stories on my website. Let me know if you liked them. In addition, my writing group and I have completed two anthology of short stories, with another to be completed in April. See my website for more information.

Free Book Launch Melbourne, Brighton

“WTF Is Happening With My Life?” Sunday, April 30, 2017 Join the hilariously honest Jacqueline at Brighton library as she guides you through her journey of getting her sh*t together! 2.00pm – Drinks and nibbles 2.30pm – Author talk with … Continue reading

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More writing in NYC

When you’re in a very large city such as New York, there are many places to go for many different things you may want to do. The main places I look for are writing places.  Here’s one I found today.  … Continue reading

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100 short fiction tales in 100 days. 084

There once was a plane named Mr Crashy. It flew flew real high then real low and got caught in a little boy’s chocolate coated Taffy. 

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100 short fiction tales in 100 days. 083

Two turnips tried to turn their trunks to the tall tree tumbling green leaves from its weeping thin green branches some touching the earth while others tangled with the turnip’s head of green sprouts that would soon mark if for … Continue reading

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100 short fiction tales in 100 days. 082

A large man with a wide mouth sat on a stump outside his house. When asked, he replied that inside his bedroom a ghost haunted him in a pink blouse. It oinks and trots about, keeping me up all night, … Continue reading

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100 short fiction tales in 100 days. 081

I saw someone look though the window. White and soft.  I leapt through the the glass. It hurt a bit, but was in consequential. I bit into the human. It screamed. It tasted funny, like food, but also energy. When … Continue reading

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100 short fiction tales in 100 days. 079

The gods stared down at the world they ruled and muttered between themselves. The humans, although short lived, were becoming violent and warred endlessly. It had been the gods’ will that the humans obey and trust their laws and be … Continue reading

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