It’s been a while. A long time since I last wrote. I haven’t dropped off the planet, haven’t stopped writing. But life has been busy, and I’ve found it difficult to find something interesting to write about here.
One of the hard things about writing when you’re a student, a chronic migraine sufferer and a mum with three teens, is that there is only so much time. And when it comes down to it, I do only what I have to so that I still feel like I’m a writer. I write my daily pages, and work on my second manuscript (oh the joy in an unformed thing) and edit my first manuscript (read: beat it into shape).
In the meantime, when I’m not reading for research I’ve been indulging in some wonderful reading that I would recommend to all. I feel like I’m dining at a feast of writing this year.
Last night I just finished The Memory Artist by Katherine Brabon. Two weeks ago I celebrated my wonderful writing friend Kate Mildenhall with the launch of her debut novel, Skylarking (which I consumed in a very short time due to the beautiful writing).
So I’m very excited to be going along to the Melbourne Writers Festival over the next couple of weeks to see some of these authors and many others talk about writing, reading and everything that this encompasses.
See you on the other side!