Sage advice

I used to play classical guitar.  I stopped when I realised I couldn’t make the sounds in my head come out of my fingers, and I’m still not sure whether this was a wise or foolish decision.  Perhaps by now the Bach Preludes would have untangled themselves and I could...

The Push Q&A

The Centre for Youth Literature‘s Mike Shuttleworth asked me some questions about The Push.  They were published in the CYL’s mag last month, and are reproduced for those of you who stopped reading after the article on Shaun Tan.  Can you tell me about the...

The saving grace of Beverly Hills 90210

You’re in the final throes of a novel.  This is always painful, but it’s even more painful when you suspect that your plot is coming apart at the seams, and you lost your sewing kit somewhere around chapter 15.  Characters have not arc-ed, your premise is wobbly, and...
Jack Russell joy

Jack Russell joy

My puppy turned one yesterday.  As I’ve had a series of hideous pet disasters ending in the death of my pets and/or others’ (cat-eating escaped greyhound, myxamatotic rabbits etc), I feel rather relieved (although the pup was chewed on by an escaped Husky a few months...

Audiences and applause

I was very pleased to have The Push reviewed by Ian Nichols in this weekend’s West Weekend Magazine.  There’s nothing like a review in your hometown, I have to say.  The review started, ‘a premier exploration of the vague boundary between young adult and adult...

S*x and cars

Well, I survived my speech to the Western Australian Children’s Book Council, although I was so nervous beforehand I could barely eat (now that’s nervous!).  There was a bit of the blind-man-and-the-elephant going on: the next day one person said, ‘I hear you were...