Archive for 2010
Reflections and looking forward
Happy New Year!
I’m completely amazed at how quickly this year has been and gone. As a child, my Mum would always tell me, not to wish my life away, which was pretty hard, when I was ten, and thinking I was much older and knew better than she did, or sixteen and badly wanting to head to the pub for New Years Eve but knowing I couldn’t.
Now I find myself repeating her words of wisdom, to my daughter. She can’t possibly understand how quickly the years will go by, when she gets to my age!
So as the sun sets on 2010, I can honestly say that it has been an amazing year. It’s held highs and lows, as it would have, for most people. I think the highest high (!) was my Blue Skies tour to NSW where on the way, I met all the wonderful people from Allen and Unwin and Nyssa, my gorgeous web-guru. I really enjoyed touring Tasmania, where I met one of my writing hero’s, Rachael Treasure.
There have been many other writing highs; being short-listed for the ABIA and R*BY awards, being asked to write the foreword for the Australian Writers Market Place and starting Purple Roads – there is nothing more exciting than starting a new book.
I’ve loved watching my children grow; watching them learn more about the world and having my heart break as they stumble.
The farm saw me fall more in love with it, than ever before. It was a hard start, but when the rains came, it was fun watching the grass, slowly come out of the ground, changing the landscape from brown and dusty to a vivid green. I’ve enjoyed the watching the lambs and calves grow and the crops grow from seedlings to harvest time.
Meeting new friends this year has also been a highlight, as has spending time with my old ones – I know I will never tire of their friendship.
Of course all the support I’ve had from everyone who reads my blog or talks to me via Facebook or Twitter – you have really made my year so very enjoyable.
So what does 2011 hold? Well, first off, Purple Roads will have to be completed. I was hoping to have it finished by Christmas, but a few hiccups got in the way of that plan! Then, once that is done, Siobhan and Ali (editors) will get their red pen into it and we’ll be well on our way through the editing process.
Farm wise, we’re hoping to have another good year, rain and price wise. Of course my thoughts go out to everyone in QLD and NSW that have been effected by the floods – I can’t imagine the devastation you must be facing. Please know that you are thought of.
Family wise, I’ll watch my kids start in Year six and Year Five and wonder where the hell that time has gone!
What is the outlook for you 2011? Whatever it is, I wish you peace, health and happiness and once again thank you all for your support.
Colours
I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. Our family certainly did, although we and the rest of Perth, sweltered through 38+ degrees during the ‘big’ day!
It really has got me beat why Father Christmas would want to wear such a heavy outfit, as he pops into our houses during Christmas eve. In fact my daughter reckons he wears a red Stubbies singlet, a red pair of shorts and in keeping with good Aussie tradition, red thongs!
Rudolph obviously needs buckets of water, to get through all the cantering he has to do, so there was water, Christmas cake and an energy bar left out for the hard working reindeer and Christmas Stealth!
I drove the nine hour journey home a day or so, after Christmas and was captivated by the stubbles that are turning yellow/brown and beginning to break down, after being harvested; the wide blue skies of the Wheatbelt and the vastness of the land. Yeah, there are trees, native bushes and vegetation, but you can also scan the horizon, in areas, and not see anything – just like this photo shows.
I actually found it to be quite an isolating feeling when there was only me on the road, no mobile range and it was above forty degrees and I rarely feel like that… I put it down to the heat!
Merry Christmas!
Tomorrow my Christmas starts. We have family coming for the big day, so I won’t be online too much.
Munji trees amaze me. They’re parasites and live off any tree or bush that is near them. This one in particular is awesome, because three weeks ago I would have sworn it was dead! No leaves, nothing that was remotely green; it looked dried and shriveled.
Yesterday had had to take a closer look – I thought I could see buds on it. I realised that it was beginning to flower and now today, it looks like this.
Munji’s flower at Christmas time and are known as WA’s native Christmas Tree – vivid orange flowers, that smell disgusting, but the ants love!
Even though I thought this tree was dead, it’s bloomed beautifully and that’s what Christmas is about: New Life.
So as I wait to welcome family for Christmas I really want to say, to all of you, who have supported me, bought my books, left me wonderful messages or emails or just done something – from the bottom of my heart, thank you. I wish you all a wonderful and safe Christmas and I hope that 2011 brings you everything you wish for.
Big boots to fill
Our front door is always cluttered with boots. If it’s summer, it’s usually just of the rossi kind – normal slip on work boots, but if it’s winter they’re of the muddy, rubber variety.
This door way is the bane of my life – it’s forever covered with mud, sand, grain, hay or anything that can fall off the socks. I’m always kicking stray shoes out of the way, as I try and get in the door and it’s where Rocket pinches a boot from and races around the house, like a mad thing, wanting someone to play with him!
It’s also how I keep tabs on everyone. If the boss’ boots are there, he’s home, if Rochelle’s boots are gone, it’s fair to say she’s up a tree somewhere outside and if the spot where Hayden’s rubber boots sit, is empty, (he wears them, even in the middle of summer – he’s petrified of snakes!) then he’s probably gone to do his jobs at the feedlot.
Sometimes though, like this morning, I look at all our shoes and smile. Especially when I look at the contrasts between kids’ boots and Anthony’s. His are so big and very much like their owner – wise, mature and have travelled many miles. The kids, well theirs are little and show how much growing up there is still to do.
If either of them want to become farmers, they have big boots to fill!
Guest blog: Pippa Masson
Meet Pippa Masson; she works for Curtis Brown literary agents. Here she tells us what goes on behind the scenes in the attempt to get a book published. It’s not an easy job, filled with exciting highs and desperate lows.
Thanks for joining us Pippa!
Pippa: What is the life of an agent like? Well, in a nutshell, the life of an agent is an interesting one, an exciting one, and at times, a disappointing one.
Interesting because we work in many varied ways; I have clients that write adult fiction, some who write children’s books, others who illustrate picture books and some who are chefs’ creating cookbooks. Of course, I also have people writing non-fiction, in all its many and varied forms, as well as writers who ghost write other people’s books. Every time I send out a project or do a deal for one of these clients, it’s a different experience with different issues to get your head around and different types of contracts to negotiate! Life as an agent is particularly interesting right now because of the huge changes underway in our industry: e-Books, digital marketing, print on demand, enhanced e-Books, electronic book serials, apps, you name it, it’s changing. With all these changes, of course, comes the excitement/headache of working out the rights issues surrounding the various new developments, trying to keep on top of the almost daily changes and a litany of other curly tasks.
The best part of the job, the excitement, happens because of various reasons. It can be reading a book that sends chills up your spine, or makes you laugh uncontrollably, having that incredible and privileged access to someone’s soul on a page, and then going ahead and doing a deal for that book. Realizing people’s dreams, and your own, and being a part of something that will touch and/or affect many people’s lives. Selling rights internationally for one of your babies, always exciting! As you can see, a big part of the job is exciting. Lucky me!
Disappointment, of course, comes with the territory and it’s something we have to accept. Rejection of our client’s books always fills us with a terrible sense of disappointment, or having to accept that no-one quite gets and believes in the book as much as you and your client. Seeing royalty statements that you’re never quite sure whether or not to pass on to your client, as in the excruciatingly bad ones, are always disappointing as invariably that author has worked hard and now has nothing to show for it. These are the things that disappoint.
The back story: here’s the nuts and bolts back story to a book.
- We read a manuscript, either by an existing client or someone we’ve been talking to about their work, and then if we think it’s ready, we draw up a list of the best publishers to send it to. This will depend on who the writer is, whether they’ve been published before, and what style their writing is.
- Once we have our list (or just one publisher if that’s the case) we send it off to them and specify a date for them to get back to us (which often doesn’t happen on time, c’est la vie!).
- We wait, and wait, and wait. And answer emails/calls from our client who is also waiting the same hideous wait.
- Finally, someone gets back to us. It might be a no, but then it might be a yes. Sometimes they’ll want to meet the author, other times they’re happy to offer without meeting. Generally speaking, it’s never a $1 million offer. Shame.
- Once we have the offer/offers we discuss them with our client and he/she makes a decision based on the publisher and their company, money, rights, royalties, pub dates and other such things. It’s also integral that they feel they can get on with that person: they’re going to be co-parenting their baby.
- Once a deal is decided, we’ll draft contracts and then when everyone is happy with them, they’ll sign!
- From here, our job covers a multitude of roles but that’s a different story for another day.
READING/BUYING, why you must do both!
Given the publishing industry has taken a bit of a bashing the last year for a variety of reasons, it’s important YOU support it and buy people books for Christmas presents (Fleur told me to say that, but its true, please buy books for Christmas!). You can buy one for every member of the family (see and follow on Twitter @Booktopia’s gift guide), it’s that easy. I will, of course, be buying books for my family. My starter list includes:
- Life, Keith Richards, for my dear ₤10 Pom Dad;
- How To Make Gravy, memoir and A-Z music set, Paul Kelly, for my PK obsessed husband;
- Pork & Sons, Stephane Reynaud, for my step-father who wants a pig to keep on his farm;
- A selection of Penguin classics, various authors, for my thespian brother;
- Things Bogans Like, for my less thespian brother;
- At Home with the Templetons, Monica McInerney, for my step-mother who has many a family saga in her own family;
- Sunday’s Kitchen, Lesley Harding and Kendrah Morgan, for my eclectic very clever mother;
- The Happiest Refugee, Anh Do, for my aunt who was a refugee to Australia
I am sure to tack more on to the end of that but in the meantime the books piled up next to my bed for Christmas reading include:
- Brooklyn, Colm Tobin
- Freedom, Jonathan Franzen
- At Home With The Templetons, Monica McInerney
- What Alice Forgot, Liane Moriarty
- Medium Raw, Anthony Bourdain
- Plus, PLENTY of my client’s manuscripts all loaded up on my Kindle!
Christmas Cheer
Christmas is an important time for families to be together, laugh together, eat together. It can seem that in the busyness if life, the all important family time gets eroded. That’s why Christmas is so special for our family – we all try and get together.
We love making people smile over the Christmas period and the kids and I had a lovely time, decorating the mail box for travelling tourists, truckies and locals to enjoy!
As we were decorating, a few of the cars and trucks gave us a toot and I’ve had a few people text me saying they love the festive feel.
Next year, we are hoping to have a ladder leaning into the huge Tuart tree, which is behind the mail box and Father Christmas and his sack, climbing into the tree!
Now some more book recommendations from the gorgeous Nicole Alexander and Sara Foster.
Sara Foster wrote Beneath the Shadows and Come back to me.
The Hand that First Held Mine by Maggie O’Farrell
Sister by Rosamund Lupton
What Alice Forgot by Liane Moriarty
What is Left Over, After by Natasha Lester
Beautiful Malice by Rebecca James
Nicole Alexander The Bark Cutters, recommends Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel
More book recommendations!
Here are ten reasons that books make the best Christmas presents:
10. Books don’t need to be assembled.
9. Books don’t need batteries.
8. Books don’t come in the wrong color or size.
7. Books are easy to gift wrap.
6. Books don’t go out of style.
5. Books aren’t noisy.
4. Books can be taken anywhere.
3. Books aren’t wrapped in impenetrable plastic.
2. Books are gifts that can be opened again and again.
1. Books, no matter how much you use them, never run out.
Now, here are so more book recommendations from author’s Kylie Ladd and Rebeccas James:
Kylie Ladd author of After the Fall recommends:
Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel
Happily Ever After by Benison Anne O’Reilly
Claudia’s Big Break by Lisa Heidke
The fortunes of Ruby White by Lia Weston
Rebecca James author of Beautiful Malice recommends:
Diary of a Wimpy Kid series – these books got my reluctant 9 year old twins hooked on reading!
Raw Blue by Kirsty Eagar
Good Oil by Laura Buzo
What Alice Forgot by Liane Moriarty
The Spare Room by Helen Garner
Interview with Petria Ladgrove – ABC Port Pirie
Thanks to John Mannion, I have the MP3 of the interview I had with Petria Ladgrove.
Click here to have a listen.
Ah, Esperance weather! And more books!
The clouds started to gather, yesterday afternoon. The headers were racing to try get as much crop into the bins, before the rain came… Or maybe it wouldn’t rain, it just pretending it might.
At about 8pm Hayden came running out of his room. ‘Mum, Dad I can hear rain!’
Oh good. We only had about another two hours worth of harvest left and we would be finished, but now we’ll have to stop because the moisture will be too high and because all our silos were full!
This will mean we’re stopped for a little while because, as I type, there are little ‘scuddy’ showers coming up from the coast. We’re hoping to be finished before Christmas!
Now, I mentioned there would be more author recommendations for books as presents or summer reading.
Kate Gordon of Three things about Daisy Blue, fame has emailed me huge list! Check out some of these:
Reading:
- Zombies vs Unicorns – Holly Black & Justine Larbalestier
- Beauty – Robin McKinley
- Love is the Higher Law – David Levithan
- Revolution – Jennifer Donnelly
- The Tao of Pooh – Benjamin Hoff
- (Because my Husband will kill me if I never get around to reading his favourite books) The Death Gate Cycle – Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman
Giving:
- To my Mum (who loves YA books) – Dear Swoosie – Penni Russon & Kate Constable
- To Husband Bear (my beloved metalhead) Mosh Potatoes – Steve Seabury
- To my Dad (a brilliant cook and Nigella fan) – Nigella Express – Nigella Lawson
- To my Nan (a lover of a good, warm, lively read) – Dona Nicanora’s Hat Shop – Kirstan Hawkins
- To my brother (who digs an awesome thriller) – Worth Dying for – Lee Child
- To my flower-loving mother-in-law – The Rose – Jennifer Potter
Guest blog: Kim Wilkins/Kimberley Freeman
I haven’t been captivated by a book for a long time, but as soon as I picked up Wildflower Hill, by Kimberley Freeman, I was completely lost amongst its pages.
Kimberley Freeman, is actually, Kim Wilkins, who writes fantasy/speculative fiction. These books, as well as her lecturing, are legendary in the writing world. She has degrees in English Literature and Creative Writing. Her book The Infernal won the 1997 Aurealis Awards for Best Horror Novel and Best Fantasy Novel. In 2000 The Resurrectionists won the Aurealis Award for Best Horror Novel, while Angel of Ruin won this award in 2001. She’s actively involved in the Queensland Writers Centre/Hachette Manuscript Development Program and her talents as a writer, span most genres including children and Young Adult Fiction (read more about her books here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kim_Wilkins).
Kim has started to move her writing talents out of the speculative fiction genre and focusing on commercial women s fiction – hence Wildflower Hill. She published DUET in 2007 and GOLD DUST in 2008.
You can visit Kim’s website or friend her on Facebook.
Here she talks about writing Wildflower Hill:
Writing Wildflower Hill was a huge challenge for me, because part of it is set in the 1930s in Tasmania, which isn’t a place and time a great deal is written about. In many ways, it would have been much easier to set a book during the Regency period in England, because we’re all so familiar with what it looks like, what people wore, and so on. But I wasn’t even sure if the places I was writing about had electricity and gas. I wrote the whole story assuming they did not, but then a chance sighting of a 1930s photograph in a Hamilton pub had me rewriting the whole thing (there were visible power lines). In fact, the whole book was researched backwards for reasons beyond my control.
I’d been to Tasmania a few times, and had planned a long trip to the area the book is set in for easter of 2009. This was timed so I would be researching that part of the story directly before writing it; but then two days before we were due to leave (I was taking the whole family) my then 2-year-old daughter came down with a violent gastro bug. It was round the clock vomiting and diarrhoea for the poor thing, and it became apparent we couldn’t travel. She ended up being seriously ill for nearly a week, but when she was well again and I could turn my mind once more to the book, I realised I had done NO research and my deadline wasn’t going anywhere. We couldn’t rebook until July. The book was due in August.
So I wrote anyway. I put square brackets in every time I hit a place where I’d need a detail, and I just kept going, writing furiously, to get a first draft completed before the trip. A blog entry from about two weeks after the aborted trip reads: “Some of the writing is horrendous, I must confess, but just yesterday as I was telling my mum about the story, I got a real sense of what the book is all about… Put simply, it’s a story about a girl who thought her grandmother was a nice old lady, and discovers–when she inherits her grandmother’s old house in Tasmania–that Gran was a lot more complex than originally thought.” The story gathered momentum, and I finished the first draft in a white heat: ”Some people compare writing a novel to giving birth. I usually roll my eyes when this happens, especially when men say it, because unless you’re squeezing a hardcover out your left nostril the comparison is flawed. But this close to the end of the process, there is the same kind of awful momentum, the same irresistible compulsion to get something outside yourself that has been growing within for a long time. I have lost the world; there is only the story. My family talk to me and all I hear is ‘bwah bwah bwah’ like the adults in Charlie Brown cartoons. My brain is finding the ends of threads and pulling them together, tying them, untying them, retying them different ways. I shouldn’t be allowed to drive.”
Then I printed it out and took it to Tassie with me. We stayed on a working sheep farm in the midlands, and it was the middle of winter so utterly freezing. But beautiful and still and quiet. I duly wrote down bird and tree names, wove in descriptions of frost or the way the clouds made shadows on the rolling hills, and secured a key detail (about eucalypts!) that made a special thread of the book sing. I can’t imagine having written the book any other way now. I can procrastinate a lot in research, so doing it backwards worked beautifully (on this occasion anyway).










