The Emerging Writers’ Festival is over. Ten days of salubrious symposiums and vibrant verbiage has left us all happy, tired, inspired, and already talking about next year.
I’m ridiculously happy with how my panel discussion went: The Great State Divide. I’ll post a shortened version of my contribution in my next post. It was great to meet my fellow panellists, who all spoke about their home States with much purpose and passion. In the mean time, here’s a crappy picture!
I’ll also post a few bits and pieces on some of the panels and discussions I went to and some of the inspired moments I experienced.
For now, I want to share with you one of the reasons my life with my husband CJ is so very entertaining. I was getting ready to head out to the Festival yesterday, got dressed, and was making my way to the bathroom, when CJ (who was in the kitchen, scrubbing pans, or preparing sumptuous delights, or whatever it is the husband of a spoiled writer does…) looked up and did one of those classic double takes that every woman lives for (whether we admit to ourselves or not) and emitted a noise that sounded something like Waa-haay!
“You on the prowl for lesbians again?” he asked me, as if it’s a regular pastime. (My new short hair is proving to be something of a lesbian magnet and, funnily, CJ doesn’t mind one bit…) “You look HOT!”
Ahem. [Smiles] I was in black leather boots and a black PVC biker-chick vest, I suppose… “No, darling… but if you keep up the domestic duties, you never know, I might see what I can do about bringing you home a lesbian or two…”
“What?” he replied, quick as a flash, “so we can read each other’s brains out?”
I know. Smart, witty, and he cooks and cleans… Dear God. [Blinding flash of reality hits] What am I thinking even joking about introducing him to other women…?
I want to now draw your mind away from deviant scholarly romps to a wonderful launch that I’m very proud of. Author Charlotte Wood and I have put our heads together and created the Varuna Alumni Writers’ Blog which is sporting its virgin post today! Our guest blogger for the month is none other than the the amazingly talented and highly awarded crime writer (not to mention, awesome chick) Katherine Howell. Please pop on over for a look see and say hi and welcome to Katherine and help to welcome our squeakily new blog to the blogosphere!
And lastly, I went to see Martin Short – Live at The Palms@Crown on Friday night to review the show. Here’s a snippet of the review, the rest of which can be read here.
Martin Short bounds onstage with all the exuberance of an over-caffeinated Gen-Y who’s momentarily forgotten that it’s not cool to bound enthusiastically (or, indeed, to bound at all). That, or he’s decided that starting his first ever Australian tour with a kangaroo impersonation is the way to go. He then launches into song – a sort of lyrical demand for worship, singing all I ask is that you love me. Upon finishing the song he declares “if you need stroking, do a one man show”. This sweeping narcissism forms the basis of Martin Short – Live and certainly gives Short a vehicle for some very funny self-deprecating humour and a clever way of letting an Australian audience (who is likely unfamiliar with the full body of his work) the chance to get the full picture of his long and illustrious career in the US.