Yes, the time has come when we have double rows (confession: dear internet, my fingers want to type ‘double rainbow’) happening on our bookshelves again. Many of us Gen-X or Gen-Y folk will recognise those ‘Choose Your Own Adventures’ Adam snapped up during the second-hand book sales in the Atrium on the second Saturday of the…
I’m stepping away from the blog for personal reasons. Not sure when I’ll be back. Soon. Ish. Would you please water my pot-plants for me? Thanks. Photo: mao_lini *
This article was published in Coles Baby Magazine, Summer edition 2006/7. I happily breastfed both of my babies into their first year and wrote this piece because I felt information for parents regarding breastfeeding beyond the twelve month milestone was harder to come by. Many children– almost one in four– are still being breastfed past their first year of…
I get to work and look in the mirror properly for the first time that morning. Next to my eyes is yellow, globular evidence of oversight. With a fingertip, I wipe away the sleep. * At 6.07am Tuesday morning, my personal trainer points at my nose. “You… you’ve got a little something there. Not sure…
Keira has been performing in her first ever school play this week. This is the same girl who point-blank refused to have anything to do with the farewell concert at preschool last year. Of course, when I say ‘performing’ I really mean ‘singing as part of a group with her classmates’. Nevertheless, it is all very exciting…
…just remember Robert McKee’s words: Let’s say that this morning our storyteller tells her friends the story of “How I Put My Kids on the School Bus.” Like Coleridge’s Ancient Mariner, she hooks everyone’s attention. She draws them into her spell, holding them slack-jawed over their coffee cups. She spins her tale, building them up,…
Federation Square, setting of the Melbourne Writers’ Festival* Gauging from the audience questions (both during, and those coming people up to me afterwards) at our ‘Author as Brand’ session yesterday, it seems this subject is a hot one. I’m not surprised. I suppose it goes back to that old catch-22: to get a publisher,…
The builder turns in uncertain angles, scuffing the ball of his foot, as he talks on his mobile. The phone is crushed into one ear, his finger jammed into another, as he struggles to hear the voice on the other end over the sound of drilling. As he turns, the sunlight bounces off his silver-and-yellow…
I have been working these past few weeks supervising an art exhibition. In the quiet times between when there are people in the gallery, I have been writing. Last week I was tidying up some poems and short stories. This week – and the ones to come – I’ve decided to pick up the long-neglected novel…
