Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award shortlisting

Astrid Lindgren was one of my childhood heroes. Yesterday, at the Frankfurt Book Fair, nominees for the 2017 Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award were announced.  I’m very honoured to be on the list, alongside some of my favourite children’s authors and illustrators. http://www.alma.se/Documents/2016/Nominated_Candidates_2017.pdf

The Future of Puddle Hunting

The very talented Karen Blair has agreed to illustrate my first picture book for small children, Puddle Hunters. Inspired by puddle hunting adventures with my granddaughter, Alexandra, the book will be published by Allen & Unwin and released in early 2018.

Lost in the crowd

Yesterday I visited Camberwell Girls’ Grammar School to speak to the Year 8 students who are studying my novel ‘The Year it All Ended’. They had great comments and questions about the book and had obviously read it very closely. But during question time, a bright-eyed girl in the front row asked an impossible question, or at least one I couldn’t answer on the spot; had a real person inspired the character of ‘Ray”.

For an awful moment, I drew a complete blank. Ray? Who was Ray? The student prompted me – ‘Nette’s fiancé!’ Then suddenly, Ray came pounding to the front of my consciousness. Ray Staunton, husband of Nette Flynn, WW1 veteran who takes his bride to Cobdolga to farm marginal land courtesy of the Returned Serviceman’s Land Scheme. Poor gruff, tortured Ray with his damaged hand that’s missing three fingers, scarred in more ways than one, struggling away on his bleak acreage in the Riverland. How could I forget him? I invented him. I had even cried when I wrote the scene where he held his baby son for the first time.

It doesn’t happen often but, occasionally, I forget some of the minor characters from my novels. It’s excruciatingly embarrassing when it happens during a public lecture. How can a character I’ve created, someone that I have lovingly laboured to bring to life, someone for whom I have created character files and scenes and dialogue, someone who was so real when I was in the thick of the story, how can they disappear into the crowd of imaginary characters at the back of my brain? Other authors have shamefully admitted it happens to them, too, but that’s small compensation.

In the last twenty years I have invented literally hundreds of characters across eleven novels and many short stories and junior fiction titles. Sometimes I dream of them, long after the book in which they’re featured has been published. So there is always a particular sense of shame when I forget one of them. Sorry, Ray.

Kirsty is an Australian author of books for children and young adults.

“Books are windows into other ways of being.”

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