June 21, 2012
June 21st, Tasmania. A day of sharp, settled cold but I'm warm sitting here - cosy, writing, looking out across fields and hills to water and, in the distance, snow on the mountains.
And in America, in four days time, in the dazzle of your June, my new book The Island House comes out. Life feels schizophrenic, right now!
So this is our longest night, and your longest day. Going to the beach for you, for me stacking wood beside the stove in the kitchen and the fireplace in sitting room, keeping the fires going (cats in their baskets on the hearth, they don't move on cold days), remembering to lock the chooks away at night so the quolls...
August 13, 2010
That's the thing about the web; you're out there, and I'm here inside this post. If you read it, you (maybe) will hear me talking to you. Words run from the ends of my fingers just like they come out of my mouth - sort of... but it's like telepathy. There'll be no sound but what you give them.
And, at last, at last I've logged into reaching out again. A few years ago I used to blog quite a lot. Then I got all blogged-out. Now I'm back and that's because, of course, "The Dressmaker" will be published soon. I'm eager to re-connect. To say hello. To find out if the story works.
So, if you read it, let me know what you think. I'm grown up....