To say that our country is in the grip of an apocalyptic m oment in its history is not an exaggeration. The feeling of impotence, grief and desperation I’ve been feeling from the safety and comfort of my safe house (literally… my house is safe) in the heart of a smoke-clogged Melbourne is overwhelming. Yeah, …
When I say I’ve always wanted to be an author, I’m not exaggerating. Witness: my first self-published piece of fiction: “the elvse and the showmaker”. Yes, I clearly needed the guiding hand of a good editor. And I was yet to grasp the concept of plagiarism. But, still – I was barely 5. Cut me …
Know what makes me smile? Seeing world-class, kick-arse Australian TV. And that’s what I was privileged to be involved with last night. Channel 7 screened a preview of the first two episodes of Secret Bridesmaids’ Business and I was lucky enough to be in the audience. The production is lush and stunning to look at, …
Know when you’re getting old? When this becomes the perfect way to spend a Saturday evening. Hello, bubbles. Alcoholic, and L’Occitane Lavender bath foam, natch. See you in a couple of hours. What’s your go-to spot for a goodtime Saturday night?
Does anything embody Spring in Melbourne more eloquently than the sweet smell of jasmine? Methinks not. Sublime.
Whether or not I’m ‘special’ is open for debate. But I certainly will be a guest, and I am an author. Most importantly, I can’t wait to spend time with the book-loving devotees of Dymocks Camberwell next Tuesday 3 September at their First Tuesday Book Club, to speak about all things Emerald Tablet. 6.30 at …
Yes, I’ve been on a social media sabbatical. Because puppy 🐶. Could there be any greater distraction than this? Milo is a little rescue baby, the result of a romantic interlude between a Mastiff and a handsome stranger. Money’s on a German Shepherd. She’s eleven weeks old, absolutely divine, and promises to be the size …
A review that starts like that? Daggers to the heart. Why? Well, imagine you’re a restaurant specializing in satay and a review comes out that starts with the line: “I don’t usually eat peanuts… because I’m likely to go into anaphylactic shock.” Or you’re a producer on Survivor and a critic announces they’ve: “never been …
Have you ever taken a moment to wonder what you’d tell yourself if you could wind back time a bit? I was lucky enough to have the brilliant Monique Mulligan ask me to do just that – to write a letter to my unpublished self. It was more challenging, and more rewarding, than I thought …
Writing is such a solitary pursuit. That’s why reviews like this one mean so much. To hear Brooklyn Tayla ‘s enthusiasm for my stories, and love for my characters, is so danged gratifying. She really, truly gets it. And it touched her. Which makes the whole journey worthwhile. Thank you.
Meaghan Wilson Anastasios 