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Heavy Mental

Hey there, web surfers (remember when that was a thing? What a bunch of dorks we all were. Or maybe just me.) If you haven’t noticed, World Mental Health Day has been a thing this week. I don’t know exactly what day it is/was because I am on holidays and I don’t know what day it is in general. But it’s sometime around now. Anyway, bumbling aside, I did an interview with the Centre for Public Christianity about my mental health thing, my past life as an awkward teenager, the… Read more Heavy Mental

The Madness in the Method – on creativity and mental illness

Like many humans, I sometimes have conversations with other humans. (Real ones, not the imaginary ones I converse with for money.) Inevitably when chatting with someone new, the question of occupation comes up and that’s when I get to tell them I’m an author. It’s wonderful. My twelve year-old self (who couldn’t spell or do sums but had a catalogue of imaginary worlds and characters in her head) does backflips of glee. I’m not going to pretend for a moment that I don’t love my profession, yes writing novels is… Read more The Madness in the Method – on creativity and mental illness

Oh the places you’ll go: on clothes and shoes and eating my words

A few weeks ago I made the declaration that ‘You can’t be a feminist and buy fashion magazines’. This is the bit where I backpedal. My grandmother was a dressmaker. To be more specific she made couture gowns for high society in the 60s and 70s. She also made a lot of wedding gowns and taught pattern making at East Sydney Technical College. I have a memory of standing next to her in a department store, probably David Jones, while she made sketches of designer gowns so she could copy… Read more Oh the places you’ll go: on clothes and shoes and eating my words

What you looking at? On being a dickhead.

Well hello, dear readers. It’s been a while. I was going to spend this blog reminiscing about my top five books of 2013, but instead I am feeling quite cranky about the world and I know that I do my best writing whilst I have a bee in my bonnet*, so here goes. Hey Australian young men, why have you turned into a bunch of aggressive dickheads? Seriously, what’s your beef, exactly? You used to have the reputation of being friendly, ‘laid back’ and slightly inebriated if there’s a cricket match… Read more What you looking at? On being a dickhead.