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By February next year, I will hopefully have my first book, After the Party, out in the world. I still find it hard to believe and, occasionally, I look at my signed contract with Harlequin to confirm that it’s true. When friends ask what it’s about, I give them my elevator pitch. ‘It’s about a […]
In my head, there are two types of writers. The first type I consider to be the ‘born’ writer. They come into the world with a sense of destiny about their writerly future. They sit at the computer (or, more romantically, with pen and paper in hand) and the words pour out. Ideas and characters […]
In my last blog post, I wrote about the phenomenon of children ‘birthing’ writers and how the ups and downs of motherhood prompted me to once again ‘pick up a pen’ after decades of not writing creatively at all. In this post, I want to talk about births of a different kind – the birth […]
As a child, I was obsessed with two things – ballet and reading. If I wasn’t flinging myself about the living room doing re-enactments of Swan Lake, I had my nose buried in a book. ‘Ballet Shoes’ by Noel Streatfield was (and remains) my favourite book…
I was born in Sydney. My parents moved us to Adelaide before I could walk. Our east-coast roots meant that despite growing up in an Aussie Rules town, I was raised on a steady diet of rugby. When I started school, a kid in a Crows scarf was asked which team I barracked for. “The […]
Did you hear the one about the writer who submitted a funny story to a publishing house, and the work was swiftly and enthusiastically published? No, me neither. Where is the humour in Australian literary fiction? I’ve just started Rubik by Elizabeth Tan, and last night I read a scene where children, dressed up as […]
I enjoy reading both fiction and narrative non-fiction, but I tend to write fiction almost exclusively. I’ve been asking myself why that is. I’m sitting at my desk and I’m meant to be writing, but instead I’m procrastinating, burning time, staring distractedly at my screen. Right now, as I type, this is the background of […]
We like to pretend that there are no rigid class distinctions in Australia. It’s part of our national identity: non-Indigenous Australians are the descendants of swagmen and convicts, migrants and squatters. We think of ourselves as battlers, even if our particular battle is to pay the mortgage on our third investment property. And unless there’s…
I have a wonderful signature. I really do. It speaks on the page of boldness and adventure. It is the signature of someone forthright and true, sure in themselves. The sort of person those of lesser spine look toward in a crisis. There are sweeping loops and a rather stylish underline punctuated by a thorough […]
Is there such a thing as a writer who knows what they are doing? If there is, I would love to learn their secret. Writing for me is just an extension of life. Bumbling about like a sailor on the high seas, flung from one side to the other by rough weather, marvelling at the […]
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