I was approached by someone today who had read my book and felt compelled to comment about it. The conversation was quite uncomfortable for me because it was all good – better than, even. It went on for several minutes at which point I overcame by modesty and acknowledged who I was actually talking to. [...]

My hometown, to me, is like one huge safety blanket. Electric in winter; thin cotton in summer. It houses all the intricate details you could find in a Vivaldi composition, whilst being broadcasted on community radio through the conduit of a 1980s Holden car radio. Februarys are so seamless that you would hardly know if [...]