I have a whole hour before I have to pick up Son Two from school, so I set myself a bite-sized task. It’s a small, niggling job I’ve been avoiding—to choose monikers for my husband and children to protect their privacy on The Winding Narrative. Continue reading The Writer’s Hour
There was The Wolf of Wall Street, A Nightmare on Elm Street and a Miracle on 42nd Street. Even Desperate Housewives had Wisteria Lane. Not me, I gave my first novel the woebegone title 29 Brown Street. The book explored the impact of place—a specific address—on the central characters … Set in Melbourne, Australia, in 2002, 29 … Continue reading 29 Brown St
(Photo by Susan Bradfield Photography.) My first BFF was Sally Nicholes. We met in grade 2 at Brighton Primary School and she lived just around the corner from me. Between our houses lived Georgie, a big black brute of a dog. He was a bitza (bits of various breeds), and every little bit of him … Continue reading The Adventures of Sexy Legs and Pipsqueak
(Photo by Susan Bradfield Photography.) In 2016, I spent A Night With Christos Tsiolkas. No, not that kind of night, I didn’t even shake his hand. I watched from afar as he was interviewed about his writing journey at a Writers Victoria event. I’d read The Slap (and seen the miniseries), but when he spoke … Continue reading The Value of Failure
My firstborn son turns 19 this month. Besides
his birthday, it marks another significant milestone—the anniversary of my decision to become a writer. Nearly two decades. I’ve almost come of age. Continue reading Baby Steps
Brightside Story Studio 