Finally, the news I’ve been bursting to share with everyone…
I thought I’d write this post to help demystify the female thought process somewhat.
From medieval France to contemporary Tasmania, two remarkable women discover their strengths, passions and loves. Travelling between lush gardens in France, windswept coastlines of Tasmania, to Tuscan hillsides and beyond, The Midsummer Garden lures the reader on an unforgettable culinary and botanical journey. 1487 Artemisia is young to be in charge of the kitchens at Chateau de BoschaudContinue reading “Writing advice, research tips and how to fight creative self doubt: An interview with Kirsty Manning.”
July 18 marks the bicentenary of Jane Austen’s death. Two years (and two children) ago I went to listen to Susannah Fullerton speak in the Blue Mountains. Susannah is a literary lecturer, author, and President of the Jane Austen Society of Australia. Her wealth of knowledge about all things Jane and the regency period is incredible and it is an absolute joy to hear her speak.
This has been a valuable lesson in what I am capable of, even from the depths of exhaustion. If I write, something eventually will come out of it.
My problem with the book isn’t the writing, or the pictures, or the story. It’s a tiny detail, so small to be of almost no significance, but it is wrong and it bugs me like you wouldn’t believe.
What do you talk about in letters that your correspondent hasn’t already seen on your Facebook page or on that of your mutual friends? You can’t actually share news via letter anymore, and because of that, that the letter loses something of its magic.
There were some dark days at the end as November was disappearing but my word count remained unchanged. I was feeling frustrated and slightly desperate, and very, very tired.
There is an expectation that the audience has a certain level of wit and intelligence that will enable them to figure out the unspoken word for themselves, enabling a more powerful, intimate experience of the film.
A moment raw and human lying forgotten amongst the enormity of history that somehow still manages to speak for itself with quiet unassuming dignity.