The Melbourne Writers’ Festival opened on Friday. I wish I’d been more on the ball and booked tickets to some of the opening events earlier. By the time I got around to organising them, so many of the events that I was looking forward to were already booked out. But this afternoon I’m off to Federation Square to get my first taste of the festival.
I’m really looking forward to taking it all in. Usually, Spring is my busiest time speaking in schools but this year I’ve simply stayed at the desk. I’ve missed the interaction with kids, the new faces and the conversations. Perhaps the hardest thing about writing is try to strike a balance between solitude and sociability. So skipping along to the Writers’ Festival is a perfect counterpoint to all the long hours at the desk. Even in the years that I’ve spoken at the MWF, I haven’t managed to make along to many sessions. But this year will be different. This year will be serious, wordy fun.