Writing can seem like a lot of effort for little reward. Your books (if you’re lucky enough to get published in the first place) might be ignored, go out of print, drop off the radar (or never be picked up by the beacon in the first place), or date too quickly (I believe I mentioned a phone box in my first novel, just as one example). Now there is a whole new level of uncertainty with the demise (they say) of the bookshop and the unknown quantity of the ebook.
I am therefore more than usually gratified that Bye, Beautiful, six years after its release, is still getting attention like this.
Also, I spoke at John Curtin College of the Arts last week, and was presented with a range of remarkable interpretations of Bye, Beautiful, like these:
In other news, I recently drove 2000kms with an old school friend to visit another old school friend on her mango farm. It reminded me of how important high school is, despite its limitations or otherwise – and regular readers of this blog will know I haven’t always been inclined to speak fondly of my alma mater – and particularly the importance of those formative friendships.
I also learned that I’m a pretty good shot with one of these:
And that fanging around on one of these in the dunes is about as much fun as there is: