Posted on September 28, 2015
It’s giveaway time over at Goodreads. Enter to win a copy of Floating Upstream – a real, flick-the-pages-with-your-fingers copy that you can dog ear, cry onto, underline and the rest of it.
For your chance to win one of three copies, head over to Goodreads. PLUS All winners will also receive a usb stick filled with music that inspired the book. Good luck!
Posted on September 20, 2015
A thousand million years ago I ran away from home (for the second time out of four) and took up a room in Geelong. Pretty sure it was a big old rooming house with 9 other women (also pretty sure this is one of the reasons why I could never be a lesbian, besides not being one, whatever). So anyway, I was at Deakin Uni and one of my classes was called “Narrative Studies” or something (this was 1987!) and a woman called Ania Walwicz came to our class and got us to do some weird-ass writing that changed my life.
One hour for a life-changing experience.
Ania had us do some stream-of-consciousness writing, something I’d never heard of. Yet it was life changing.
A few years later, I came across Ania again in a writing class at the Footscray Community Arts Centre, and had coffee with her at the Black Cat on Brunswick Street in Fitzroy, and visited her home. Ania believed in my writing before I did.
Many many years later, I took a class at Melbourne University with Karen Burnes. Karen had me do a reading at a bar on Brunswick street. Karen believed in my writing before I did.
I still don’t believe in my writing, because that’s weird, and presumptuous.
Anyway, I’m publicly launching my book next week, the one I started as a short story during Karen Burnes’s class 15 years ago. I’ve connected with a few people from that time, who read my stuff, people like Rachel Matthews and Peggy Frew. They believed in my writing before I did.
I’ll believe in my writing some day.
Here’s some of Ania Walwicz’s writing. She’s such a rad spoken word artist, and I believe in her.
Posted on August 28, 2015
What a freaking week! I LOVE change. Change is also pretty overwhelming. Right now, I have change-a-million (and a cat crawling over me).
So let’s ignore that fluff and look at David Bowie. I heart Bowie’s music. Until tonight I thought I hearted Bowie. Period. After visiting the much hyped Bowie Is Now exhibition at ACMI in Melbourne tonight, I learned that I really just love the music, not the artist. Is that even possible?
Can you love the music but not the performance?
Friday nights at the Bowie show, ACMI is putting on some live shows, and tonight I got to see a favourite of mine, Jen Cloher, with Courtney Barnett (on guitar) – talk about all of my girl crushes in one room!
The band wore black.
The band was noisy.
It made me think hard about the avant-guard-ness of Bowie’s performance art-ed-ness.
That’s why I’m more Lou Reed than David Bowie.
I like artists who just tell it like it is.
I still love Bowie’s music.
I just don’t care for Bowie’s costumes or performances.
But I love this.
Posted on August 21, 2015
Tonnes of writing advice tells us that we should read our writing out loud to see how it feels and reads. Let me tell you what’s better than reading your writing out loud – getting someone else to read your writing out loud. To that end, last night, during my husband’s weekly Art Night, I asked my little cousin to read to me a new poem I wrote over the weekend. Wow! The kid is so sweet, so when she read back my I HATE poem, it was truly something. Here it is. Read it out loud or down low. I don’t mind.
Posted on August 10, 2015
At what point do you become a real writer? Is it when when it’s available on Amazon and you get your first real-life printed copy? Or, if you’re in Australia, when it’s available for purchase from Readings?
Or maybe it’s the moment you write that last page. Or the day you burn it forever. Every last page.
I don’t know about you, but I wrote my first novel when I was 12. That’s way back in 1982. Thriller had just been released.
Time’s Man of the Year was given to the Computer.
One of my favourite songs was “Centerfold” by the J. Geils Band.
John Belushi died.
I used to go to bed wondering what Adam Ant was doing while I was asleep or having breakfast or (yawn) learning maths.
I read SE Hinton’s The Outsiders for the first time.
I was obsessed with the Outsiders when I heard that the film was due to be released in ’83, and wanted nothing more than to be a bad girl, the only bad girl of the group of Greasers – not like Cherry, who was a Soc with a bad streak, but one of the really bad kids. But I lived in an uber-strict world. So, rather than live it, I did what so many writers do, I wrote about the life I thought I wanted. Then, because I was a total wanker who had not siblings and fewer friends, and read Edgar Allen Poe, I torched every hand-typed page. Because that’s what you did to art when it wasn’t perfect.
Posted on August 9, 2015
A Book Launch? Yes, A Book Launch!
Join fellow author, Belinda Missen and I as we launch our debut novels on Thursday, September 24, 2015
@ Littlefoot, 223 Barkly Street, Footscray. 6-8pm
There’ll be drinks and nibbles, as well as readings from our works (I promise this is going to be awesome).
If you think you can make it on the night, please head over to Facebook to RSVP or just come on the night!
Posted on June 1, 2015
You know one of the best things about living and getting older?
Meeting and talking to some amazing people. As a journalist, I’ve spoken to a bunch of fascinating people, like MC Proof (from Eminem’s D12), Molly Ringwald, and authors Kathy Charles, and David Nobbs. In one of my previous blog incarnations (www.writersquarter.com) I had the absolute pleasure to interview writers I admire, writers who are friends, writers who were recommended to me.
Over the eons, I’ve met people who’ve had the craziest stories to tell and I think: Really, are you telling me the truth? Was your life really that awesome? You bullshit meter is on high alert as you get older.
Still, someone had to live the extraordinary life. And someone had to interview Molly Ringwald and Proof. Someone had to write the stories and go to the parties and meet all the interesting people. I don’t pretend to be any of these things, but I’m happy to have experienced them.
So, in the meantime, I put together a little ebook based on some of my interviews with writers.
It’s free. Simply sign up to my eensy-weensy mailing list to get your copy of The Lucky 13.
Posted on April 14, 2015