Books

  • John Marsden. Melbourne Writers Festival, 2018

    Recently, a friend asked me if I’d ever experienced a ‘sliding doors’ moment. I didn’t even have to think about what my answer would be. I rattled off a moment from the past where a right turn, instead of the… Continue reading

  • Melbourne Writers Festival and Me

    I am the proud owner of a cunning new plan. I’ve just unwrapped it, and there it is, slowly spinning on the Lazy Susan of my mind, while I sit wondering why on earth it took me so long to… Continue reading

  • How Mood Affects Writing

    I’ll be honest with you. I-am-cranky. There. I’ve said it. And now I don’t even know what words are going to end up in this sentence because my fingers are just banging away without me even thinking, without me even… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 17. Kill Your Darlings

    It’s a phrase that makes my arm hairs stand up every time I say it, every time I think it. Kill your Darlings. Who would do such a thing? Who would even think up such a horrid plan? Well…writers, that’s… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 3. What’s in a word?

    Let’s talk about words. I adore words. I wrote about them here and I will, no doubt, write about them again on this blog because… I’m a little bit nerdy, like that. I love writing words. I love reading them,… Continue reading

  • One day to Go!

    There’s one day to go ’til this blog post a day-ness. This darling of May; yes! A darling a day; bless. Don’t ask me to tell ’cause it’s all a surprise; oh! What will darling be? No! Stop trying to… Continue reading

  • It’s Happening.

    The challenge is on…and I shout YES. I accept. A blog a day. For one whole month. One whole month of getting to know this little home I’m building. A whole month of getting to know all of you!  Yep.… Continue reading

  • The Little Blog Of Everything

    This is an everything blog. A little bit of sugar, a little bit of spice. And, right now—like Forest and his many park-bench dwellers—you (the reader) and me (the writer) just never know what we’re going to get from this… Continue reading

  • Falling In Love By Lamplight

    I can’t remember the moment I fell in love with books. But I know it was by lamplight. A warm orange flush against the wall. The shadow of a Mum, and a girl, and a book, and a bed. A… Continue reading

  • An Audience With My Writerly Self

    Hello Writerly Me, It’s good to see you! Thanks for coming, by the way. No one else will be attending the party, sadly. Some were too shy to come. The rest: burning the candle at both ends, they said. Too… Continue reading