I’ve just entered a new short story in the 2013 Australian Book Review Elizabeth Jolley Short Story Prize.
In just under three weeks I’ll make my debut at The Margaret River Readers and Writers Festival. I’m trying not to think too much about talking on the panel. Instead, I’m anticipating the lovely South West food and wine. It’s okay to crack open a bottle of red pre-panel isn’t it? Yes?
I’ve bought a new flash drive for my next redraft of the novel. It’s a symbolic act- the 2012 version will exist forevermore, but now I feel like I have the freedom to hack at it, to ‘kill my darlings’ as it were.
Maybe a wee drop but not a flagon. Careful who you kill off. Don’t be George RR Martin.