When it comes to dying of a drug overdose, you can expect to be thought of, postmortem, in one of two ways. Here is a quiz to help you predict the media fallout after your untimely demise: 1. Do you come from a family of drug
I'm getting divorced. If this sounds strange to you, it's because my husband and I have been separated for nearly eight years. Twice as long as we were a couple. This year would be our 11th wedding anniversary. We've been married for more than a third
Hello, friends! I am waist-deep in structural edits at the moment, which is to say that I've bought every colour of Post-It in existence, watched three movies about writing (Stuck in Love, The Words, Being Flynn), sent quite a few emails to my dad and "tried" the new
My mum always made minestrone soup. I didn't like it, because it has vegetables in it and I liked to survive mostly on croutons and sulking, but I remember that as soon as she caught a whiff of winter, the pot went on. She had
Let's talk briefly about titles. Evie Wyld has the most wonderful knack for titles. I bought this book, and her debut (After the Fire, A Still Small Voice) on title alone, having no idea what they were about, nor any notion of Wyld herself. I like
I must confess to having bought into the hype of this book a little. I hadn't heard of it at all, and then in a flash it was on Australian Story, and every bookshop, and in my emails, and every other place a book might
I had the great pleasure last night of seeing Tara Moss speak at an event Georgia's school had put on. And I'm having a lot of feelings now, so I hope you like sentences that mean nothing and go on forever. I've seen Ms Moss on the
This is a tidy little story that follows Lily and her friend Eva through a period in the 1930s, when they are living in a house that has essentially become an artists' commune. There is plenty to like about it: the writing is neat and
This is a sponsored post for Origin. That is a strange thing to write, not least because I have always said I will not write sponsored posts on this blog (but have no shame in writing them for other blogs). But there's something you should
We each comprise many things: we are people, first, and then perhaps we are people who stand in courtrooms or people who find gum behind chairs or people who carry children on their backs or people who stand in wind tunnels. Perhaps we are people
The Ubud Writers' Festival and Women of Letters have combined to create a digital space for people who want to write things to other things. This month's theme is To my childhood, and as I am a Women of Letters stalker (the most exciting thing about