It took me thirty years to realise I had to write. Sure, I'd always written. Since I was four and copying out the pages of my favourite Spot books, I'd written. Throughout primary school, I smashed out creative stories and to this day, my journals still begin with "Dear Diary". Old habits, right? But it took me thirty years to work up the courage to write a complete novel.
I started my first novel at eighteen and in my early twenties, my mum funded a John Marsden writers' retreat at the beautiful Tye Estate which changed my life. It was there that I found my clan. The place I fitted in this crazy, busy world. People who understood characters who walked onto your page and chattered incessantly in your thoughts.
But then I got busy having babies. Five of them, to be precise. Five beautiful, vivacious little bundles of pink who filled my every waking (and sleeping) minute with a chorus of Mummamummamummamumma ... you get my drift. They still fill my every waking and sleeping minute with the same chorus. They are and will always be my best work. My most important contribution to the world. Each one a unique puzzle I get to piece together over a lifetime. I get five front stage passes to history.
About halfway through the babies though, I turned thirty and realised quite shockingly, that nobody was going to write a novel for me. Even more shockingly, nobody but me cared if I never wrote one. My parents loved me regardless, as did my husband and children. If it was going to happen, it would only be because I somehow carved out the time to sit down and write one.
So I got to work on a new story. In my days as a solicitor, I had a humbling client. A teenage girl with all the vitality, intelligence and creativity of someone who would contribute great things to the world. Only this girl had neuroblastoma, an aggressive disease that forced her to confront the fact that she no longer had a future. How does a teenage girl accept that? How do her parents? It was exploring these questions that inspired my first novel, THE OTHER SIDE OF TOMORROW.
After three years of writing THE OTHER SIDE OF TOMORROW, I had served an apprenticeship of sorts to myself, and the writer in me was cemented. So in 2016, I finished my second manuscript, INSIDE THE TIGER, about a teenage girl who writes to a death row prisoner in Thailand and falls for him, destroying them both. My own experience writing to and visiting a death row prisoner in Thailand, was the inspiration for this story.
INSIDE THE TIGER went on to win a Litlink Residency in 2016 and a PIP Fellowship in 2017 at Varuna, the Writers' Centre, before being shortlisted for the Australian's Vogel Award in 2017. Following the Vogel Awards, my agent Clare Forster from Curtis Brown received an offer from Penguin Random House for INSIDE THE TIGER, which will be published in September 2018.
In 2018, I'm working on a new novel, CORRIDOR OF THE WILD DOGS. I was fortunate enough to be accepted into a residency at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Ireland where I'm hoping to smash some serious word count goals in June.
Since working on my novels, I've been bombarded with stories desperate to splash onto the page, and little time to write them. But brick by brick, I will write these stories. I've been writing since I was a young child, and I hope to write until the day I no longer can.
