My full time gig is marketing and communications, having completed a Bachelor of Sports Management degree back when Pearl Jam was worth listening to. Previously I’ve worked in sport development roles at a more grassroots level.
In terms of playing sport, the phrase ‘jack of all trades and master of none’ comes to mind. And when it comes to watching sport, in addition to being afflicted by cricketus tragicus, I’ve suffered an unfortunate obsessive Collingwood disorder since the age of five.
Literary influences? Is it really so strange to cite Morrissey and his exquisite turn of phrase as an inspiration? Gideon Haigh and Greg Baum ain’t too shabby either, so far as actual sports writers go.
Besides writing I also like to dabble in photography.
OK, so that’s the boring formalities out the way, where I try and establish a vague semblance of credibility.
Anyway, some years ago an excursion to the cricket compelled me to compose my first fully formed rant, with proper grammar and everything. I felt so much better – and even more so when on a whim I emailed it to Inside Sport magazine and, lo and behold, the kind editor made ‘Killjoys‘ a lead feature.
How easy is this I thought? Well, it’s not, and being published as a freelancer – and getting paid for it – is a caper fraught with frustration and disappointment. But what started as a hobby fast became a minor obsession that keeps pulling me back to the keyboard.
Rather than let all these rants fester on my personal hard drive I’ve assembled them here on my blog. What a novel idea!
My ramblings relate to a wide range of sporting subjects (and some non-sporty stuff); from what fascinates to what infuriates me. Most have been published elsewhere online or by Inside Sport or The Sunday Age.
Now that you’ve miraculously happened upon Write Line Fever amid the other 200 million blogs in cyberspace, I hope you find something of interest. Perhaps you’ll even nod your head in agreeance as you read, or maybe you’ll want to respond with a rant of your own. I don’t mind, I like a healthy debate.
Come by, follow me and tell your friends. There is sure as hell plenty of room!