How, you ask? When you’re outside fretting about the fact that it’s mid-April and you’re wearing a t-shirt and watering your plants because you literally haven’t had any meaningful rain in months, and everything seems gravely out of whack. But then you see them. Sweet, juicy tomatoes and plump cucumbers on bushes that should have …
Those times when the white noise abates and the mental chatter falls silent are precious. Treasure them.
OK. So, I’m bloody loving the process of unpacking my poor library, consigned to cardboard boxes for way too many months. Then I reached my substantial collection of art books. “ Hail, old friends!” I cried. (My children frequently accuse me of channelling someone born in the fifteenth century). But as I was setting them …
As is my way, I’m going to tell you a little story. And then I want to ask you a question. The people and project involved shall remain anonymous to protect the innocent. And the not-so 😇! So, I was chatting to a friend who works in film and tv the other day (no, to …
So, amongst other attributes, I’d describe myself as moderately intelligent, a fierce advocate for women’s rights, a reader of fine literature, and a writer. So how is it that this steaming pile is my reading material of choice in the hair salon? Believe me, there’s no shortage of high-brow reading material here. But my hairdresser …
Blurbs. Yes, you read correctly. Blurbs. Might seem that the writing of the novel itself is the difficult bit. Nah. It’s the blurb. (And the acknowledgments pages – another story told on another post). How to package an entire story in a handful of digestible, enticing and intriguing sentences? Nightmare. In the film and tv …
True story. Here’s something I heard from colleague working on what will be an extremely high-profile local TV production. One of the actors involved is rather extensively covered in tattoos. No biggie, right? Wrong. The production has to seek permission from each and every one of the skin artists who has worked on the actor’s …
So, when I heard tell of this popping up in Surry Hills opposite one of my favourite Sydney eateries, Porteño, I thought someone was pulling my leg. But no. It’s for reelz. Turn up with your favourite bottle of plonk and consume said plonk while a professional artist guides you through the process of whipping …
Sure, cheap and easy interstate travel is a convenience that allows me to do the up-and-back-in-a-day trips that mean I can work with Sydney-based production companies and networks. But sometimes I pine for a touch of the olden days romance of air travel. There’s nothing that differentiates this from any other commute. Which I suppose …
Another writer’s conundrum rears its ugly head. So, I’m playing around with my cerebral literary babies, trying to decide which one takes my fancy (see: previous post on the difficulty of choosing a favourite – not advisable with your own human offspring, but quite OK with your story-babies.) Here’s the thing. The one that keeps …