Hi all! Can you believe it’s been a year since the release of The Red Door? As Annie would have said: ‘Bollocks!’ and as Claudia would have said: ‘Durr!’ I know I’ve thanked everyone via Facebook and Instagram, but I’m going to do it again. THANK YOU to every single person who came to the launch, bought an ebook (or… Read more »
That stuff I’m writing? They’re calling it Urban Noir. Who knew? But that’s what the wise ones from Hachette Australia told me … and I suppose they oughta know! Urban noir in urban Sydney. Here’s a bit more: “Every day, Gordana found new ways to avoid her husband. She didn’t think she could stand any more of his whinging about… Read more »
In which everyone gets excited about gargoyles and Flemish tapestries … “Gordana replaced the handset gently into the cradle. ‘Don’t bother staying up,’ Richard had said to her, ‘I’ll be working late. You’re not upset, are you?’ She wasn’t upset. In fact, she didn’t mind one bit. Let him bury himself in his tiresome paperwork: fat dossiers of documents bound in red ribbon,… Read more »
In which Maurice Ellis, presenter of Dream Home Australia, interviews the owners of the old Catholic Seminary about their plans to restore the magnificent, but derelict, building … “The film crew hovered, alert and quietly efficient. An expectant silence fell over the building site. The clapper came down. ‘Hello Richard. Hello Gordana,’ Maurice Ellis walked with the Lemanns towards the tower, hands in… Read more »
A little bit manic here at our own house, with builders and painters and sparkies working furiously away. Trying to look at it as inspiration – fodder, if you will – for Book Two. Here’s another tidbit, lovely readers. Enjoy. “Lights, Camera, Action Maurice Ellis was poised at the beginning of the long walkway which ran in… Read more »
