Fallacious Rose

Right now, I’m editing my new novel Shame, for the billionth time, and I notice – as I always do when I’m editing – that I’m cutting. As a writer, you get seduced by words. You want to describe a thing, you want to make people feel it, see it, know it. So you pile […]

Spring comes ugly to the pinoaks in Canberra, Australia. Walking my sister’s little dog down the street – stopping every three houses so she can pee and scratch in the fallen leaves – I pass under their tattered canopy, rust-brown leaves dripping like beggar’s rags from their old man branches. It’s October – spring here, […]