In case you’ve ever wondered what writers talk about between gigs at festivals, wonder no more. Sydney Writers’ Festival – day one, hotel foyer. Two famous writers and one not-so-famous writer are waiting for the hotel lift. The call button is an illuminated ‘ʌ’ on a touch-sensitive glass panel—very hard to see and even harder […]
Month: May 2012
A sighting in the wild…
Friday Brown is almost ready to fly. It’s like seeing my youngest off to school. The house is too quiet. I don’t quite know what to do with my freedom. I’ve had this baby swaddled like a papoose for so long and now it’s out there. Think Mork (Robin Williams before he got craggy) launching […]