I have forgotten how to blog. It’s been over three weeks since my last blog post and even though I’ve had plenty of books, news and ideas to blog about, I have felt very disinclined. I can’t even blame Twitter as I have been remiss about telling the world how I feel and what Im doing. So here’s my news:
I have been reading, proof-reading and sitting in my garden admiring the bees. I’ve been listening to the stories in my household – we’ve been busy lately with guests, house-guests and the new addition to our regular crew of one of my godchildren who has moved back into her old bedroom. There’s been plenty going of good gossip.
I’ve been to Queensland and back for the fabulous Somerset Celebration of Literature. I’ve spoken to five thousand sparky young thinkers at the Halogen Foundation’s Young Leaders Day. I’ve finished up a residency with young writers in Caufield and am looking forward to a quiet month at the desk before I head off to Margaret River, WA in May for yet another round of literary events. As much as I love the hurdy-gurdy of festivals and public speaking, it’s good to be home again, listening to the stories around me and working my way through the huge stack of books beside my bed.
And I’ve finally been catching up on reading other people’s blogs and some excellent online articles. Here’s one of my favourite lines from a fantastic article that I read recently on the state of publishing:
“In an increasingly self-centered society a premium is placed on being heard rather than listening, being seen rather than watching, and on being read rather than reading.”