So I officially suck at BEDA (Blog Every Day April). Blogging every day is hard work especially when the world offers distractions like french toast, Fleetwood Mac and Hannah Montana. Plus the Melbourne weather decided to cut to the chase this weekend and sent us headlong into Winter. Which meant it was time to get out the ultimate piece of protective/comfort gear — the Womb Jacket.
Call it Mummy Issues, or maybe just plain old Issues, but for years now my Womb Jacket has been a stalwart of my torso come Winter. Waterproof on the outside, warm and sheepskinny on the inside, wearing the Womb Jacket is just like being back in the…well, you get it by now.
Now that the Emerging Writers’ Festival program for 2009 has been announced I can let y’all know that I’ll be partaking in a EWF session with YA author Anthony Eaton:
Into White Silence – Young adult fiction
Sunday 31st May 11am to 12pm
Written after a residency in Antarctica, Anthony Eaton’s book combines historical events with fictional elements. He interlaces of history and the present through two young men’s journeys of cowardice and courage
In conversation with Andrew McDonald
Anthony’s book Into White Silence has been shortlisted for the CBCA Book of the Year for Older Readers and we’ll be chatting about the process the book went through from, well, here to there, as the event title says.
It should be a fun conversation. Anthony’s book is — I think — an excellent read that focuses on an anonymous author’s quest to unravel the mystery of William Downes who joined an expedition to the Antarctic in 1920 and never returned.
It’s hard rubbish collection time in our street. Here’s the crapola we managed to throw away.
But all is not always as it seems on hard rubbish piles. For example, there were a few items on our pile that were hidden from my camera lens.
I can’t help but get emotional around hard rubbish collection time.
It has started again. This week I have kicked into gear making notes, drawing up plans and ‘brainstorming’ ideas for book number next. I put ‘brainstorming’ into quote marks because whenever I try to ‘brainstorm’ all I can think about is a flurry of brains raining down from the sky and how it’s really not a helpful thing at all – a full-sized human brain dropping from even just 20 metres above would kill anyone it lands on. Kill! So I avoid the term ‘brainstorm’.
Plus I think you need to be a mathematical genius who writes on intra-office windows in black texta to really perfect the art of ‘brainstorming’.
Instead I just think a lot and take notes in my little notebook and occasionally blurt at my housemates:
Me: Omigod, I just realised I don’t even have to let the fire hurt anyone if I give Balthazar tightrope-walking skills.
Housemate (over bowl of cereal, bits of sleep falling my eyes): Huh?
This part is possibly my favourite part of ‘the writing process’. I put ‘the writing process’ in quote marks because whenever I try to use a process to write I end up with a time management plan, a house full of tea leaves and, for some reason, the laundry done and hung out on the line.