Writing
From Newsletters to Tutorials,
Punchy Social Captions to Full-Length Scripts & Speeches,
Email Campaigns to Funding Applications.
Newsletters
Blending Design and Copy
Blah blah blah, writing a newsletter does this and this and this. Regular schedule, design and copy all in one.
Short to Long Form
and everything in between.
Diverse Social Captions
Punchy Call To Actions or Event Reviews and Recaps. Using language as a tool for impact, sales conversions and brand development.
Email Direct Marketing
Maintained and developed email databases while effectively targeting varying demographics. Produced clear clear, concise and effective copy.
Speech, Script and Educational
A strong history ideating, writing and producing creative and informational copy. With a high level of diversification, appropriate for internal or external use.
Supporting Writer & Editor – Voice Over Artist.
Supporting primary content, narrative and flow.
Voice Over Script
“Do you feel it? The tug in your stomach, the wind in your hair?
You know the game, its speed. And the world is your racetrack.
Welcome to Orameus, home to arcane-punk vehicles of every kind. We’ve got pilots pushin’ themselves to the edge, monsters built from lightning and heroes of determination and will.
With a bursting bestiary of over 40 new enemies, an inventory of more than 50 aerodynamic magic items, your toolbox will be full to bursting! Spend your hard earned gold, designing your very own arcane-punk vehicle.
With our new rule set, you can sign up for high-speed races through the very planes of existence.
Create characters of speed and mechanical might with one of the 4-unique classes or 12 distinct subclasses. Use our new enchantment rules, potions, background and countless feats to help your PC outrun death itself.
Perhaps you’ll sail to victory in the western regatta or find the lost sword of Iling Rurivo?
Where will your story fit into the legend of speed itself? Test your limits and live on the edge.
Hit the gas on our KickStarter today and see if you have what it takes to reach the finish line!“
Story & Scriptwriting
Penthouse (2019)
Writer, Co-Devisor and Lead Performer
AgentMysteryCase – “Exceptional. I knew in the first five minutes, during the first elevator scene, that I was going to love this production. That first five minutes was purely down to Cam Pollock’s piercing performance.
…the development of original music and razor-sharp dialogue by Perth’s most exciting new collective of contemporary storytellers”OutinPerth – “The play itself was structured and staged in a way that didn’t allow my attention to wander, I was either laughing or really wanting the ugliness to stop, and then sometimes laughing at the ugliness.“
Seesaw Mag – ” The second iteration of this razor-sharp little monster still has what we need on the stage.“
View from the Penthouse (2018)
Writer, Co-Devisor and Lead Performer
Seesaw – “I’d advise you to crawl over broken glass to see it.”
From the Turnstiles – “…concocted a brilliant, noxious cocktail of carnality and addiction, superbly literate, impeccably staged and elevated by memorable performances.“
Pitched Black (2016)
Writer and Lead Performer
1OUTInPerth – 4.5 stars
“…that displayed all 3 performers comedic timing, writing talents and puppetry skills… The coming together of these 3 young talent was truly an immaculate conception and my expectations were far exceeded with this show. If you’re after a sweet and sincere show experience at this years Fringe, I certainly wouldn’t be giving this a miss.”
Dircksey
“The performance is tight, there is a palpable chemistry between the players, all of whom embody distinct, well-rounded characters, and the sound design creeps under your skin in a good way… The bottle of ideas opened provided fruitful discussion amongst audience members post-show”
Greenhead (2020) – Short Story Exert
Click here for Exert.
Chapter 1
It’s just past 6am, the shadows of last night all but gone. With each minute that passes, the sun’s golden tongue licks further into the nooks and crannies that dominate the sea-worn rocks. The ocean slowly changes from a mysterious blue to an inviting opaque. The skinks lining the rocks raise their heads, ready to bask in the new day. The sand, still cool between Eli’s toes, it’s almost wet. Absentmindedly he fiddled with a smooth oval stone, tracing his fingers across the engraving made in the teal outer shell. He looked down at his feet half buried in the sand. His eyes followed the sand down to the slate of ocean that lay before him. It stretched endlessly over the horizon and with no wind or swell to speak of, flat and calm. It lapped gently against the yellow sand, beckoning Eli with every wash of the shore. Only three boats, Eli counted. He strained his eyes searching for any recognisable features. It was too early for any of the tourist cruises to be running. Come nine o’clock there’ll be more, there always is.
Corrin, the island that resided 40 k’s off Greenheads shores sat strikingly in the middle of his view. Corrins was too busy this time of year for Eli. The beaches are packed, you’re practically fighting for every wave and all the tourists scare the interesting fish off. Plus, the ferry tickets jumped to an extortionate price. Eli doesn’t waste away precious summer hours working at the local golf course to throw away his money on a tourist trap. Not to say Eli doesn’t love Corrin, he’d been visiting his entire life. Even the Christmas he spent riddled with chicken poxs did nothing to dampen the Corrin experience. There’s nothing quite like being a kid and having an entire island to explore. The soles of your feet harden, your bum learns to love- or at least accept, the shape of your bike seat and licking your lips is like kissing the ocean.
But that was ten years ago, Eli’s sixteen now and his projections of an ideal summer have slightly shifted. While he still spent hours in the water, free diving, snorkelling and bodyboarding, he’d become increasingly aware of the, for lack of a better word, turf war in Greenhead. Certain groups of teenagers claim areas as their own, threatening any competing youths to clear out before they got their bikes broken or wallets emptied. At least the locals fought with respect. There’s always a connection in a town like this, someone’s mum knows somebody else’s or that guy kicking sand into your eyes is dating your cousin’s friend’s sister. The young tourists are the ones you have to watch out for, the shortness of their trips allowed a certain license of reckless freedom. Tourists flocked to Greenhead during the summer, often doubling the town in size. When Eli was younger he could travel anywhere in the town without a worry. Now as he grew older and taller and more interested in things that all young boys are, he’d become marked as a threat. Not that Eli and his friends are anything to be afraid of.