It’s quite fortunate that I’ve been languishing in the ridiculous luxury of Cape Kidnappers and attending to other writerly duties for the past four days, because I haven’t had the opportunity to get too anxious about the launch of The Emerald Tablet tomorrow. You know what it’s like when something you’ve been anticipating and looking …
…. because Melbourne airport this morning is fairly bracing ❄️☃️🌧☔️🥶
A little while ago, the fine literary philanthropists at Ponder & See got in touch and asked if I’d like to join them on a jaunt to New Zealand to have a chat about all things Cook and the Pacific. So this weekend, I’m winging my way to The Farm at Cape Kidnappers … which …
Now I know what an elephant feels like. After a very long gestation, the birth of my new novel is just two weeks away. Straddling the politics and history of Egypt, Israel, and Turkey, and set in one of the most turbulent periods of the 20th century, The Emerald Tablet is quite a ride! If …
Cat + attempting to write = an impossibility. I surrender.
So, I was applying for an ESTA permit for my son to visit the good ol’ US of A. And, what do you know… one of the things they requested were his social media details. Well. I have absolutely no concerns at all about that. Makes complete sense…all for our own good….nothing to see here …
First sign that you should maybe pack it in for the day? When, rather than working on the plot for your next novel, you start arranging your Han Solo figurine in improbable locations. Witness for the prosecution – the tape dispenser. And, yes. That’s the tape dispenser that did the Kessel Run in less than …
Multiple problems, to be honest. So, you’re writing along, minding your own business, when out of nowhere, the opportunity to describe … er, how to put this?… an intimate scene pops up (no pun intended). Being a ‘no holds barred’ kinda person, I dive in, literarily speaking (no typo – literarily is the word I …
Yes, that would be brand new copies of my last two novels, ‘The Honourable Thief’, and ‘The Water Diviner’, in the free little library I wrote about last week. So it’s now home to two of my books. Milton Street, Elwood. Too much? Too self-serving? So sue me if I want to share my work …
As someone who’s attempting to make a living out of the pulling together of words to create something that the odd person may wish to spend some hard-earned cash on, I should probably be dead against free libraries. But how could I? They’re the most delicious affirmation of the universal appeal of stories and words …
