Where should I be right now, rather than in a very, very chillsome Melbourne?
And if you post a shot of a sunny beach somewhere, I will murder you.
Was attempting to write, but the synapses seized up, so I’ve resorted to Masterchef reruns and a faux fur rug on the comfy couch in front of the TV in an attempt to warm myself in front of the flaming Masterchef logo each cut to the ad break.
Not working. ☹️🥶⛄️❄️
Well, that whole “The Pacific in the Wake of Captain Cook with Sam Neill” thing is the gift that just keeps on giving. Now, the script I co-wrote has bagged a nomination from the Australian Writers’ Guild for documentary or factual series. Not too shabby at all. Looking forward to the party, win or lose.
Well, yesterday was the anniversary of that magnificent day in July when I was fortunate enough to land this spectacular human being. We were married in a turret of a Crusader castle overlooking the Aegean in the Turkish town of Bodrum… for the history buffs amongst you, Bodrum was the ancient city of Halikarnassos and home to Mausolus’ tomb – one of the seven wonders of the ancient world. So there was that – definitely something worth celebrating.
Then, there’s that little something about a book release – it was high time we officially toasted The Emerald Tablet and all who sail in her.
Common theme emerging – yes, Turkey. So where to go, other than our absolute go-to purveyor of the most exquisite contemporary Turkish cuisine this side of the Galata Tower. TulumParrner restaurant – the brainchild of genius chef, and all-round good guy, Coskun Uysal. Sublime.
Thank you, Coskun. You’re my hero. Plus, you have raki. Win-win. Mmm. Aslan süt… aka. ‘Lion’s milk’.
If you find yourself in Melbourne and want to see how exciting contemporary Turkish cuisine can be (not a kebab to be seen!), you HAVE to pay this place a visit. As raved about by Nigella Lawson on her last visit to the city.
Brooklyn the Bookworm aka. Bookish Brooklyn is a brilliant woman who knows and loves books (no surprises there). So it was a huge thrill to chat with her about all things Emerald Tablet. The best thing about speaking with people like her who have engaged so closely with my stories is that they come up with questions that really make me think about why I do what I do.
Thing is, after I’ve finished up with the research and plotting of my novels, the actual writing part of it just flows quite naturally, and the characters evolve and develop in my imagination. Quite often, where they end up surprises me. It might sound peculiar, but it really is as if they’re driving their own destiny. Brooklyn Tayla makes me stop and consider that evolution, and what I discover about my characters – and myself – in the process is a revelation.
Anyways, enough blathering from me. If you’re interested in reading more, you’ll find our interview on the link to Brooklyn’s blog… Interview with Meaghan Wilson Anastasios
July 10, 2019
Forget where I’d LIKE to write. The question they should ask is where I actually end up writing. Where I’d LIKE to be writing is in my book-lined study, on my antique French oak partners’ desk.
Instead, I’m beside the ball pit at Lollipops indoor playground, supervising my completely fabulous daughter and niece as they bounce from one well-padded piece of gym equipment to another. To fully put you in the picture, insert the ear-splitting shrieks of the pre-teen set and persistent throbbing of boy-band music that makes my fingernails curl and forces me to accept the fact that I am fast advancing towards grumpy old lady stage of life.
Yet, here I am with my laptop. Because once I start writing, everything else fades away. I’ve become very adept at adapting my writing to prevailing conditions. Once I’m in the zone, even the noises that pass as music 🎶 in places like this fade to black.
Now, where are my children??!! 😬
Jock Serong is an exceptional Australian writer. He also needs to stay away from the native wildlife. Should I have helped him escape the clutches of New Zealand’s tuatara? Possibly. But he’s a living fossil, and an endangered one at that, for God’s sake. He needs to be handled carefully…. the tuatara, I mean. Jock’s a surfer. He’s more than capable of looking after himself.
(Disclaimer 1.1: no live tuataras or Jock Serongs we’re harmed in the making of this photograph. Disclaimer 1.2: No, I am not still ensconced at The Farm at Cape Kidnappers, more’s the pity. Just taking a trip down memory lane.)
Jeffreys Books in Glenferrie Road, Malvern was my refuge as a child.
While other kids were sinking their hard earned pocket money into whatever it was that other kids were buying in the 1980s, I was investing in books from Jeffreys. I still have half a shelf’s worth of dog-eared Penguin Classics I bought there, not to mention a stack of the Tintin books that fuelled my obsession with the Middle East. Yet to encounter a real-life Captain Haddock, though.
And now… and now… The Emerald Tablet is on the shelves at Jeffreys. Never saw that one coming.