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Blabbermouth

I have no filter. Really. I’m one of those women who opens her mouth and says whatever comes into her head, oblivious to the people around me cringing, screaming in their heads Did she just say that!!!???  Yes she did just say that. This disorder of mine has on occasion, gotten me into trouble. But ‘trouble’ is my middle name. I can’t keep a secret. I have always been loud and extremely adept at embarrassing myself, so it really was no surprise to anyone (except maybe my parents) that I would grow up to write a memoir about every freaking embarrassingly naughty/silly/evil/hilarious/tragic/wanton thing I’d ever done up until the time I turned twenty-one. Enter ‘One Way or Another; the story of a girl who loved rock stars.’

How much trouble can a young girl get into by the age of twenty-one, you might ask? Read the book – a lot!

You can buy One Way or Another with just one click and either have the hard-copy posted to you or download it online. Do it. Go read old Blabbermouth air her dirty laundry. Laugh cry and cringe!

 

 

 

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Life’s a Witch

 

My new blog. Gearing up for a brilliant 2016. My Brilliant Year. The most exciting thing about 2016 that I can think of so far……is….that I have a new book being published! This is almost as exciting as welcoming a new baby into the family, being just as terrifying and awesome and sometimes messy.

Some days I have to remind myself that this is real because the only thing harder than getting a book published, is getting a second one published and here I am gestating my third book-child.

One Way or Another was a troublesome, exciting, willful and difficult child who threw me into the public arena, howling and screaming. It was a rush. There were interviews with the Footy Show guys, three-page spreads in the Sunday Magazine splashing my dirty laundry all over the country and twitter trolls. She was a mischievous imp of a book.

Then came Sandy Feet, a gentle little boy book that whispered sensitively and wrapped himself up in angsty knots. It was a book that was born of some personal pain and drew on some of my legal studies. He will always be my very special baby.

This year …..we will have a big, epic sweeping tale of witches, yes witches. This new daughter of mine, tentatively called Hexenhaus will be strong-minded, brave and ambitious. This baby will be a lot like me – outspoken, deeply and passionately devoted to feminist issues, while employing a few mystical magic tricks up her skirts along the way. The due date is late September and little Hexenhaus is already stirring my belly with excitement.

I am looking forward to editing with a brand new editor….she will be, like the others before her, my midwife, and given that this book is about the terrible European witch-hunts it seems a fitting description given that many of the victims of that holocaust were midwives.

I am off to my first writers festival in Brisbane in April to discuss the relationship between rock and roll and literature. Exciting times.

In 2016 I will turn 50 but I go into the new year feeling about fifteen. The future looks bright. I just have to survive Christmas first…..