What do you do when you discover you’re not the person everyone thought you should be?
Your parents. Your friends. Your town.
How can you be yourself, when you don’t understand who you are? And how do you describe the beauty of a rainbow, when you’re the only person who can see it?

The Rainbow Blindness is a novella about self-discovery, love and loathing, set against a background of great beauty and looming darkness.


Drew’d seen this new guy around. Kieran was his name. Melbourne guy. A fellow loner. Spent lunchtimes in the library or down in Ms Gibberson’s art studio. Word soon spread. Rumours became fact. Marcus Carty and his mates had already thumped Kieran up a week or so ago. He was new. He was quiet and shy. He was arty. They decided he was probably a pillow-biter. So they beat him up.
Drew knew what it felt like to be on the end of those fists. What it was like to be an outsider. You could pretend you didn’t care, but there were always times when you did. When it hurt. When you wondered why the hell you weren’t like the rest of them. He felt Kieran’s hip brush against his, as the taller boy sat, and each time Dunzie wound the bus into another bend in the road. Subtle contact. Warmth. Something like a promise. Kieran was a handsome young guy. Strong, in his way. The kind of man Drew would see in his dreams. He felt nervous.