The Writer Laid Bare

I spend a lot of time thinking about death. Not in a philosophical sense, but the how, when, what and why of death in every conceivable form. Messy and unblemished, quiet and very loud, tragic and stupid, unremarkable and unbelievably …

I spent nine years grappling with a manuscript I couldn’t complete. Not because I lacked compelling material. My mother and grandparents had survived the Holocaust; there were dramatic stories of love and betrayal, rescues and buried secrets. But I couldn’t …

My most recent novel and my first Young Adult one, A Way Home, is about a sixteen-year-old girl who finds herself homeless in Melbourne’s CBD during a particularly bitter winter. Since we met her, Grace has been living rough …

First of all, I should add a caveat… the title should actually read: How to write and publish three poetry books in five years. I have no experience writing book-length fiction or non-fiction–nor do I have any inclination to pursue …

For as long as I can remember my fascination with the lives of others surpassed the usual level of curiosity. This need to understand other subjectivities struck me early and, since it was not shared by my friends in quite …

I love nothing more than curling up with a murder mystery, racing through the pages to unveil the killer. When I became serious about writing a novel, I longed to create that read-until-the-wee-hours experience for others. It took me over …