My Life in 8 Words
Q. What is your motto or maxim?
A. Never trust a sword to a man who can't dance
Q. What’s your greatest fear?
A. Loneliness. Aloneness.
Q. What do you regret most?
A. Not being a better mother
Q. What’s your greatest flaw?
A. Where do I start? Sit down, this will take a while...
Q. If you could meet any historical character, who would it be and what would you say to him or her?
A. My grandparents. We moved around so much I didn't ever know them. I'd ask my father's father to explain what courage is. He was a war hero, but a modest man. I'd ask my mother's father how he came to survive the sinking of the Lusitania and why he taught his daughter (my mother) to dismantle an engine in 1920's London when she was a teenager. What was that about? I'd ask my father's mother to talk about physical beauty - and its loss - and what it was like to be a strong personality when women weren't supposed to be strong. And I'd want my mother's mother to tell me about my mother when she was a little girl. And that is because my mother had a remarkable life. I want to know how she was equipped to face some of the things she had to endure.
June 21, 2012June 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... see more
August 13, 2010That'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.... see more