Really, according to the shrinks, I am angry at everyone ever. Especially them. I am all anger and resentment all the time. Not one of them has ever suggested that maybe I lie because the world is better the way I tell it.
The job of every generation is to discover the flaws of the one that came before it. That's part of growing up, figuring out all the ways your parents and their friends are broken.
I re-read The History of White People by Nell Irvin Painter. It's a book every one should read, particularly Americans, as the USA is her primary focus. Her book demonstrates that white is not universal, that white is not neutral, that it has a history, which she eloquently delineates. It's not often you finish a book understanding how the world operates better than before you read it.
My father is a liar and so am I. But I’m going to stop. I have to stop. I will tell you my story and I will tell it straight. No lies, no omissions. That’s my promise. This time I truly mean it.
I started writing a novel from the monster's point of view. It has its own difficulties but, I'm ashamed to say, it's much easier writing from a psychopath's point of view than from that of their empathetic opposite.
Eating good food is my favourite thing in the whole world. Nothing is more blissful.
A difference in self loathing? Please. The only difference between a gun and a rope is the time it takes to tie the knot.
I decided to read something I normally hate: a cosy mystery. You know one of those mysteries where everything is tidily wrapped up at the end and everyone lives happily ever after? An Agatha Christie kind of mystery. They are so not my thing. But then someone was raving about Barbara Neely's Blanche White books and they sounded interesting.
Zombies are the proletariat. Long live the workers!
I'm sure other writers have no difficulties writing nice.
I continued blogging, but between illness and deadlines, did not manage to blog nearly as much as last year. I'm hoping to do better in 2016.
I love blogging, even though apparently it's still dying, and hate it when I have too much going on to do so regularly.
Blogging, I love you no matter how out of fashion you are.
My experience with My Sister Rosa showed me, once again, that I have a much easier time of it if I sell my novels after I finish them, not before. I'm lucky that I'm in a position where I'm able to do that.
The new prime minister, Malcolm Turnbull, while a vast improvement on his predecessor is not doing much, if anything, to slow that process done.
I am not Nostradamus.Nor would I want to be. I'm convinced being able to tell the future is the worst superpower. I'd rather be invisible and being invisible never ends well. Just read H. G. Wells!
My Sister Rosa was bumped from the schedule. None of my books has ever been bumped before. It freaked me out.
When I was little, I made up my own fairy tales, and the ghostly echo of Once upon a time shapes all the fiction Ive ever written.
I give people If You Came Softly when they demand proof that novels for teens can be as good as the best novels for adults.
I can critique the bad; I can take the good, and I can add whatever I want.
My favourite vampires are all very scary indeed. So the idea of falling in love with one is just weird to me.
If you're ever invited, fellow YA authors, go. It's the first YA con I've been to that was overwhelming populated by teens. Wonderful!
The acclaim for Razorhurst means even more to me than usual because, let's be honest, Razorhurst is weird.
Speaking out and creating art that truly reflects the world we live in goes part of the way towards doing that. At least that's what I hope.
I discovered the writing of Kirsty Eagar and was blown away. Everyone needs to read her now.
