The story so far
I'm from Adelaide, but I'm living in Abu Dhabi right now. One day, I saw a gold leaf four wheel drive. It made me cry.
My first novel, Black Dust Dancing, was published by Wakefield Press in March 2009. It looks like this:
Category Archives: Writing
My brilliant career goes (even more) bung
It’s official. I am, career-wise, the unluckiest person you know. I am not simply ‘one of the unluckiest’ or the second unluckiest, or ‘yes, that’s certainly unlucky, but I know someone who…’ unlucky. On your list of ‘People I know … Continue reading
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A little writing about writing
I feel I should clarify the assertion in my last post that writing isn’t working out for me. It makes it sound as if I am in a trough of writerly despair, with the back of my hand stuck to … Continue reading
And then I really am gonna write something. Really I am.
Sorry I can’t stop and chat, but I’m busy putting things in and out of that cubey thing we just bought at the Great Big Swedish Shoppe. We went out there on Thursday after school. The lads get a bit … Continue reading
Anyone would think I was scared of this novel I’m not even actually writing
So, today, I had a bit of an unexpectedly clear day so I spent it teaching myself to use scrivener so that when I have unexpectedly clear days I will be able to go straight to my novel and beaver … Continue reading
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Tagged scrivener, second novel, writing not writing what's the difference really
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Starting the day with coffee
If you were a fly on my ceiling last night, this is the view you would have had: The spring winds gusted in last night and something or other, which had been left there by someone or other, banged, at … Continue reading
The alternative (part one)
I was writing a long and earnest blog post in response to the Booker judge who asserted that, ‘If you look at the trajectory of the average novel writer, there is a learning period, then a period of high achievement, … Continue reading
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Tagged creativity, grief, middle age, not writing, women, women's writing, writing
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A flick of the pen
Lucky, privileged, ridiculous life that I lead, I am able to spend hours of my life contemplating my bellybutton the apostrophe. More specifically, this apostrophe: Continue reading
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Tagged apostrophes, craniosynostosis, grammar, mothers day, scaphocephaly
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The weekend
At work this morning they asked me, ‘What did you do on the weekend?’ and, after the moment it took me to remember back to the time before I turned into the street and then the gate and parked downstairs, I said, ‘I wrote ten thousand words.’ Continue reading
Still settling in
I blog for the same reason I write or read everything else that I write or read. To try and make sense of it all. To find meaning, to learn what sense others have already learned, what meaning they’ve already found. I blog to make new friends, to keep old ones, to laugh, to weep…same reasons I do most of the things that I do I guess. Continue reading
Oh good, you found me
Welcome to my new website.
Viv made it. Most of you probably know Viv aka tigtog. She blogs at hoyden about town, and you can ask her if want to make your website more vivid. Continue reading
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