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A book without a reader
Did you, or did someone you know, visit Swallows Welcome winery (near Margaret River WA) more than a year ago and buy a copy of the self-published edition of this book for a friend? Someone paid for the book, left details of the dedication they wanted me to write inside and said they’d call in […]
A little empathy
With writing on hold now for a few weeks and time for other things, I’ve been thinking even more than usual about the way each moment leaves us poised forever between our past and our future. I suppose that fascination with time is one of the reasons I love history. I’ve spent the last year […]
Endings or beginnings?
When the frenzy of writing has been going on for more than a year it begins to feel like the only thing there is. It invades every waking moment and sometimes the sleeping time, too. I dream of words. Not sentences or meaningful phrases, just words. Then suddenly, it comes to an end, on the […]