This is just to say …

… that I am mastering my fear of the carwash with its moving machines that challenge my sense of place and with its slappy slappy wash bits. This pic was taken from inside my car where I was sitting alone. This is the second time I have gone through alone. I had...

Big Red Kangaroo at Melbourne Clayton’s Night

Last night with two fellow authors I attended the Melbourne Clayton’s Night where five speakers talk about their predictions for the upcoming CBCA Awards. It’s always interesting to hear others talk passionately about books in general and specifically. The...

A weekend at the beach

The beach teemed with seaweed, as varied in colour and texture as any garden.The sand painted the tide flow, in minute patterns.Seaweed disguised as a skeleton, complete with seafoam and sandtracks.The beach collapsed, one crack at a time.Meanwhile, at home, the basil...

Making stories

I led a workshop on the other side of town on Monday, at Glen Waverley library (thanks Lisa). There were 20 well-prepared young writers/illustrators there, raring to go. Together we created characters, wrote them and drew them. Then we developed plot outlines. An hour...