Meaghan Wilson Anastasios - Author & Screenwriter

Meet Sunday Reilly. You’ll love her. Trust me.

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January 28, 2026

Life might be telling Sunday Reilly she’s past her use-by date. But she’s not planning to go quietly.

‘It’s two months on a Greek island,’ I said, ‘working holiday, I’ve got the next draft of my novel to finish.’

‘The kids didn’t mention anything,’ he said.

‘That’s because they don’t know yet,’ I said.

Neither did I till that moment.

Cue me realising that this might just be the worst decision I’ve ever made.

You don’t know me very well yet, but believe me, that’s a very high bar.

Sunday Reilly has been many things. An author. A mother. A wife. A daughter. A friend. A lover. But that’s all about to change. Because, whether she likes it or not, Sunday is stuck on a hormonal steam train that’s smashed through everything she thought she knew about herself. And she can’t find the emergency brake.

“Sunday is the kind of character you instantly want as your best friend.”

“Funniest book of 2025. 5 stars!”

“I am absolutely in love with Sunday! This book is one of those rare gems that makes you laugh out loud on public transport and not even care who’s watching.”

“This hilarious tale will resonate with all women.”

“Has you doing pelvic floors and weeping with laughter!”

“Sunday is the kind of character you instantly want as your best friend—flawed, funny, real, and so incredibly relatable.”

“I am absolutely in love with Sunday!”

This is Sunday’s story as she upends her life and takes off for the Greek islands on a whim in search of adventure and romance. She figures her life is halfway done anyway, so what has she got to lose?

Nothing goes to plan, which for Sunday has become par for the course. What was meant to be a retreat to work on her new novel becomes something else altogether as she pursues creative and romantic inspiration in one of the most beautiful corners of the planet.

As she barely makes it through a string of riotously funny near disasters, Sunday picks up the pieces and learns to embrace a new kind of freedom. A journey that was meant to be a distraction from truths she would rather forget becomes an opportunity for transformation as she embarks on a new phase of life.

SUNDAY REILLY IS ALL OUT OF FUCKS TO GIVE is funny, outrageous, angry, and heartbreaking, because life for women of a certain age is all those things. This is an uplifting and tender coming-of-age story for the middle-agers about the search for a new chapter in life full of love, meaning, and purpose after all those things have been stripped away.

Sold? Want to dive into the Aegean with Sunday right now? Off you go, then! Pack your bags, don’t forget sunscreen, and click here.

Want to try a few chapters for free before committing?

Fair enough. Here you go. Download this. Come back when you’re done! And, enjoy the ride!

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Who’s Really Afraid of the Word “F*ck”?

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January 29, 2026

Censorship, control, and rewriting American history

I’ve discovered the line in the sand for corporate America.

It’s not invading a sovereign nation to kidnap its leader.

It’s also quite OK to take potshots at peaceful protesters and disappear American citizens into human cattle pens.

As for sabre rattling and threatening allies and friends? Knock yourself out.

And let’s not get all up in a flap about the rights of children to attend places of learning rather than lining up as targets in shooting galleries.

But the one thing that has corporate America clutching at its pearls?

Swears.

Yes, really.

I found that out the hard way when I discovered that the only Amazon platform I can’t use to advertise my latest novel, Sunday Reilly is All Out of F*cks to Give, is the US.

And you know what that got me thinking about, don’t you?

That’s right. Strongmen and censorship.

Got a spare minute or ten this Friday 30 January?

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January 28, 2026

Because Jacinta and Brian of ABC Melbourne are letting me loose in the studio

Yes, really. Question is, will I be able to behave myself, or will they need to call on the famous “dump” button? Spoiler alert: no they won’t, because I’m dead professional like that.

If you’re interested in hearing me bang on about my latest novel, SUNDAY REILLY IS ALL OUT OF F*CKS TO GIVE, and whatever else might come up, tune in at 1.40pm on 774 ABC Melbourne, or via the ABC Listen app across Australia or internationally.

Worst case scenario, you’ll get to hear Jacinta and Brian, who are absolute fucking legends. And their show has been my favourite Friday afternoon escape for yonks. To be able to hang out with them for a bit = bucket list stuff.

You can download the ABC Listen app here:

ABC Listen app

Book Giveaway

Meantimes, for homework – if you haven’t already met the good-ship Sunday Reilly as she runs ashore in the Aegean, follow the link below to where Goodreads is running an eBook giveaway until 8 February.

I mean, sure. You could also buy an eBook or paperback instead. Writers have to eat, after all. If you want to do that, you can buy my book here:

Buy Sunday Reilly is All Out of F*cks to Give

But, no. Enter the giveaway. I know I would.

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Sunday Reilly is All Out of F*cks to Give

by Meaghan Wilson Anastasios

Giveaway ends February 08, 2026.

See the giveaway details at Goodreads.

Enter Giveaway

Want to run away to the Greek Islands with Sunday Reilly?

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January 23, 2026

Because who the fuck doesn’t need a holiday, right? We’re only in January, and I’m already done with 2026.

So, it’s time to hit the road with Sunday Reilly.

Can I share some exciting news with you?

SUNDAY REILLY IS ALL OUT OF F*CKS TO GIVE was released into the wild two days ago, and to my enduring shock/delight, it’s already making waves on the Amazon bestseller lists! Add to that, five-star reviews… it’s an absolute “pinch-me” moment.

Now, the weekend is here, and it’s a long one for those of us in Australia. If you don’t have a summer trip to the Greek islands lined up, and want a fun, sweary holiday read, join Sunday on her ill-advised escape from reality. I promise you’ll have fun.

Don’t believe me? Fair enough, I am a little biased.

How about these Goodreads reviewers, then?

“Sunday is the kind of character you instantly want as your best friend.”

“Funniest book of 2025. 5 stars!”

“I am absolutely in love with Sunday! This book is one of those rare gems that makes you laugh out loud on public transport and not even care who’s watching.”

“Has you doing pelvic floors and weeping with laughter!”

“Filled with laughs from the opening page, tears and plenty of WTF moments, this is a fun summer read that is tempered with poignant moments.”

“Sunday is the kind of character you instantly want as your best friend—flawed, funny, real, and so incredibly relatable.”

Dip your toe into the Aegean before you commit!

I’m sending you the first three chapters to sample in case you missed your chance to download a free copy of the ebook. Link below!

Why Dictators Don’t Fear Guns — They Fear Artists

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January 21, 2026

How culture outlives strongmen and rewrites history to win the war over imagination

Photo by Dylan Shaw on Unsplash

Tinpot dictators fucking hate art.

Given where the world seems to be headed, that fact both empowers and terrifies me.

Because for people like me, it means there’s work to be done.

But it also means we’re on a path that leads to artists who tell the truth finding themselves in the crosshairs.

I’m a writer who produces work in many forms. My latest novel, SUNDAY REILLY IS ALL OUT OF F*CKS TO GIVE, came out on Tuesday. Is it political? No. On paper, it’s a funny, sweary read about a woman of a certain age who upends her life and takes off to the Greek islands.

But if you’ve known me around these parts for a bit, or follow me on Threads, you’ll know that I have an opinion or two. I also have an agenda to push. That agenda finds its way into everything I make. So, while you’re reading about Sunday’s often disastrous, but ultimately uplifting, adventures in the Aegean, there’s something else at play.

Reviewer Ashleigh Miekle gets it: “This is a book about being yourself. About standing up against judgment and not caring about what the world or people who look down on you think. And about embracing that…. This is a book for anyone and any woman who has ever felt this way or wants to make a change and start being seen as her own person, not an extension of the identities society puts on her.”

And she’s bang-on. It’s exactly what I was trying to say.

Why should that matter for the Trumps, the Putins, the Modis, and the Orbáns of the world?

With all the power clutched in their unnaturally stubby, grubby, grabby little fingers, why would they even care?

How much of a threat can come from a woman of a certain age like me? Or a dancer working three jobs to pay for her lessons? Or a half-starved photographer who makes art for an audience of three including at least one parent and a landlord who hopes to one day see a rent cheque come through?

Because one day, that artist might make something like this.

I Was Told to Take the F*CK Out of My Book Title

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January 14, 2026

Why I didn’t. And why authenticity still matters in an AI-saturated world.

“Authenticity is becoming infinitely reproducible.”

So says Adam Mosseri, head honcho at Instagram.

You reckon? Yeah, nah. I call bullshit on that.

As a writer, I’ll die on this hill.

Authenticity, by its very nature, cannot be replicated. I think what Adam meant to say was that “the appearance of authenticity is becoming infinitely reproducible.”

With my latest novel, SUNDAY REILLY IS ALL OUT OF F*CKS TO GIVE, about to come out, that should be bad news.

Because Sunday is, without a doubt, as authentic as you can get.

But as with so many other things in life, it’s not all bad news. In fact, once the dust settles, I suspect we’ll start to see the silver gleaming at the heart of this, admittedly, daunting storm cloud.

It doesn’t change the facts, though.

Generative AI is the most accomplished mimic of all time

And it’s flooding the airwaves at the moment.

It’s a factory churning out replicas.

Nothing it makes can ever be authentic, because even when prompted by a human hand, it’s creating things that draw on a vast reservoir of bits and pieces stolen from human beings.

It’s not seeking inspiration from other creative work, which is something all artists do. It’s putting together a grab-bag of well-chosen cultural fragments and gluing them together to create a pleasing chimera that does a pretty bang-on job of looking real.

Does that make it “authentic”?

Fuck, no. I’ve got a fabulously convincing Prada handbag a friend bought me from a market in Istanbul. When I use it and am dressed up to the nines, I’m sure people believe it’s the real thing. But just because it looks real doesn’t make it so.

Roll a shit in glitter, and it’s still just a shiny turd.

We’ve Seen This Before. And It Never Ends Well for Women

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January 8, 2026

A historian’s warning: when society tells women to ‘play nice,’ it never ends well, and today, the warning signs are all around us.

Oh, 2026. We had such high hopes for you.

But the party’s definitely over. A week in, and I’m already done.

WTF is happening in Venezuela? Then there’s all the sabre rattling over Greenland (… and Cuba… and Colombia… and Mexico). Now, the horrifying reports emerging about an ICE agent allegedly shooting and killing a woman during an attempted escape.

I’m shaken. I really am. And I know I’m not alone.

Dealing with the uncertainty and ever-shifting emotional and physical landscape that comes with being a woman of a certain age is bad enough without having to watch the decline of Western civilisation into the bargain.

It pains me to say it. Because I’m a historian with a PhD to prove it. History has been an obsession since I was a tiny thing. I thought that by studying history, I could understand what it meant to be a human being.

Instead, I’m getting to watch history play out in real time… and not in a good way.

We look to the past to avoid repeating its mistakes. Which is why the current state of the world is causing students of history such existential horror.

We know this won’t end well.

My new novel is arriving on the 20th of January…

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January 6, 2026

Is it a writer’s dream? Or a writer’s nightmare?

Morocco, Spain, Sicily, Italy, Greece, by M. Wilson Anastasios, 2024

It starts as a spark of an idea that grows into something more concrete. As I start to write, imagined worlds appear on the page. The words become something else as characters step out of a fog and take form.

The story evolves and the things I put in place begin to change as the people speak through me and begin to find their way through the places I’ve constructed through my words. The more I write, the less control I have over the direction the story is taking. My papery people tell me where they want to go. I’m no longer the captain at the helm. I’m a passenger.

There’s a story behind every story. Writing is like that. It leads you to unexpected places. And on a tiny Greek island, the world gave me Sunday Reilly, the heroine of my latest novel. ‘Sunday Reilly is All Out of F*cks to Give’ is a funny, sweary holiday read about a woman of a certain age who upends her life and takes off for the Greek islands.

And in two weeks, Sunday Reilly makes her debut. We don’t know whether to be giddy with excitement, or wracked with existential horror. Perhaps a fair bit of both. I do mean, “we”, because my characters are on this journey with me.

But there’s no backing out now. We’re committed. On the 20th of January, Sunday goes live.

I mean, sure. We do have reason for optimism after some ripper early reviews…

Sunday Reilly early reader reviews

“Funniest book of 2025. 5 stars for sure!”

“Sunday Reilly is eminently relatable… Filled with laughs from the opening page, tears and plenty of WTF moments, this is a fun summer read that is tempered with poignant moments… This book had me laughing from the opening sentence. Loved it!” Goodreads

“I am absolutely in love with Sunday! This book is one of those rare gems that makes you laugh out loud on public transport and not even care who’s watching.” Goodreads

“Sunday is the kind of character you instantly want as your best friend—flawed, funny, real, and so incredibly relatable. Her voice feels authentic, like she could walk off the page and into your life.” Goodreads

“A laugh out loud fun story, easy to read, relatable characters and well written. Felt like I had a holiday in Greece – it was so atmospheric. Do yourself a favour and just dive in. Great holiday read.” Goodreads

“I found myself nodding along, thinking “YES, exactly!” more times than I can count.” Goodreads

“Meaghan’s writing style is at a fast clip, with an awesome FMC who has life fighting against her. It’s wickedly funny and had me laughing out loud.”

“Has you doing pelvic floors and weeping with laughter!”

Whatever else, I can promise you a sweary, funny holiday read. If you want to meet Sunday Reilly in person, pre-orders for the e-book are live now (link to preorder, and sample chapters, below), and you can order the paperback from 20 January.

I hope you love Sunday as much as I do. As the world goes to hell in a hand-basket, Sunday Reilly may well be the heroine we all need.

Sunday Reilly ebook preorders

2025, The Movie: One Star, Would Not Recommend

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December 31, 2025

Sunday Reilly and why she’s all out of f*cks to give this New Year’s Eve

From Sunday Reilly’s journal:

2025: The Movie. ⭐️✩✩✩✩

Would not recommend.

That’s the polite way to describe the clusterfuck in a flaming dumpster fire on a slow-moving train wreck that was 2025. Thank Christ Queen Lizzie wasn’t around to see 2025. Because this annus has redefined horribilis. Bring on the new year, I say. 2026 won’t have to do much to surpass its predecessor, because the bar has been set very, very low.

My phone pings.

Sunday? Where RU? Pick up your fn phone!

I wonder how many of Mimi’s texts I can ignore before she just turns up on the doorstep.

Why can’t she leave me alone? Stupid question. “No” is not in my best friend’s vocabulary.

It’s not that I don’t like a party as much as the next woman of a certain age.

Who am I kidding? I’ve officially arrived at that point in life when the thought of an evening on the couch with a dozen oysters, half a crayfish, a bowl of chocolate mousse, and a bottle of French bubbles all to myself sounds like the perfect way to ring in the new year.

The champagne’s already on ice. It’s been in the fridge for a bit now. It’s been there waiting for that day… you know the one. We’re all waiting on the same thing. Why are those cankles taking so goddamned long to do their work? I’ve got wrinkled carrots in the veggie drawer with more life in them, and it looks like they’ll be seeing the inside of a compost bin before the man who would be king.

No, he is not dead yet. So, I may as well crack the champers tonight and toast the year that was. Actually, it’s less toasting the year, than it is flipping 2025 the bird, kicking it down the stairs, and slamming the door shut after it.

Ping! There’s the phone again. It’s Mimi. Because, of course it is.

A Naughty and Nice List for 2025: A Year That Broke Politics, Decency, and My Will to Live

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December 24, 2025

Coal was handed out. Heroes were named. And a horse made the list. Merry Christmas.

a person sitting on a bench in front of a christmas light display

Ah, Christmas Eve. It’s the most wonderful time of the year. So, I’ve been writing my naughty and nice list and checking it twice.

There are plenty of both, because 2025 has been… a thing.

I started looking back on the year and didn’t know where to stop.

If you’ve been following me for a bit, you’ll know that I fall into the “Santa as sweary avenging angel” side of the equation. So, proceed with caution.

Here’s what I came up with. It’s part end-of-year political commentary, part scream into the void, and part doff-the-cap to those who kept the light on when things teetered on the brink of the abyss.

But I definitely left out some corkers. Add yours down below in the comments. Because I’d hate to miss out on dumping a curly one in the stockings of some deserving gobshites, or giving due credit to the saviours amongst us.

Without further ado…