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A scream and a shout from a week in the year of COVID-19 (AKA I need you)
April 4, 2020 in General sprays | Tags: Anne-Louise Rentell, Avid Reader Bookshop, Blue Mountains, Bodies of Men, Cass Moriarty, Chicago Quarterly Review, gay Australian authors, gay Australian novels, gay Australian playwrights, Hachette Australia, Melanie Myers, Mount Wilson, Pandanus Books, Remnants, Simon Cleary, The Street Theatre, Writing War | 4 comments
Despite the world having serious wobbles at the moment as a result of the COVID-19 pandemic (though thankfully, miraculously, Australia appears to be faring much better than many other countries), some good things continue to happen.
BODIES OF MEN is still doing its humble little thing: finding readers here and there; it’s such a joy to receive messages from folk saying that they have enjoyed the novel. In rather lovely news, for the month of April Amazon has the e-book version on special for $2.99. If you’re a Kindle user and would like an affordable way of reading the novel, now is your chance! Also please do help to spread the word – it’s autumn in Australia so the chooks have gone off the lay, which means more trips to Woolies, which means I need to have a few coins rattling around my pockets.
In related news, like many writers I have lost a number of gigs due to The Virus, but at least one is still going ahead, albeit online: a panel organised by the Avid Reader Bookshop in Brisbane, Writing War, which features Melanie Myers, Simon Cleary and your old Goulburn mate and facilitation by Cass Moriarty, will be held via Zoom at 6pm (Queensland time) on Monday 20 April. Tickets are just $5 and can be bought here. It would be terrific to see you.
Moving from the page to the stage: my new play – with songs – has been selected for a creative development through the First Seen program, which is an initiative of The Street Theatre in Canberra. Last month I had the opportunity to spend two days at The Street doing a preliminary creative development with dramaturge Anne-Louise Rentell, which was such a productive experience. First Seen will offer an even deeper experience and involve a range of creative voices exploring and challenging the work. While usually this would happen over an intense 7-day period in the theatre’s rehearsal space, due to COVID-19 the sessions will be over Zoom and spread across 2 weeks in May.
The text for the work is still very much a work-in-progress, but here is a sample from one of the songs:
Who is he,
the man who dares to himself himself
‘father’?
He is my
he is your
crumbling wall
What I find (sometimes almost overwhelmingly) fascinating about writing for the stage is being able to access input from so many creatives, all with their different perspectives and requirements. In a way, there’s no way of knowing what will emerge, but, to be frank, it’s exciting.
To end: during the week I posted on my socials a photograph of me from when I was about 5 years old; it’s at the top of this post. Although I said online that the photo was taken in my backyard, I was actually at a holiday house my family used to rent at Mount Wilson in the Blue Mountains, to the west of Sydney. Throughout my childhood we spent many holidays at Mount Wilson and I adored it; I still think about the place. And write about it. A lot. My first novel, REMNANTS (Pandanus Books, 2005, largely out of print but information is available here), was set at Mount Wilson, a significant chunk of BODIES OF MEN involves Mount Wilson, and a recent memoir essay I wrote for the special Australian Issue of the CHICAGO QUARTERLY REVIEW explored my ongoing association with the place, including an event that has continued to resonate. (You might be pleased to know that new projects have moved ‘off mountain’.)
The caption I used for the photo when posted online was ‘One minute you’re a happy little kid playing theatre in the backyard; the next you’re a gloomy bloody author. Either way, buy a copy of the BODIES OF MEN e-book and cheer this old bugger up?’
Perhaps I’ll end this post by simply saying: if you’ve ever bought a copy of one of my books, or you’ve come to one of my shows or events, if you’ve commented here or on the socials, thank you.
Very much.
Diary of Bodies 12: the end of publication year / learnings (maybe) / the end is nigh?
December 24, 2019 in Diary of Bodies | Tags: Australian war stories, Bodies of Men, Bushfire Apocalypse, Canberra, Cass Moriarty, Gaby Naher, gay fiction, Goulburn, Hachette Australia, Left Bank Literary Agency, Melanie Meyers, Robert Watkins, Simon Cleary, Street Theatre, Sue Terry | 3 comments
As this year, a publication year for your old Goulburn mate, comes to an end, I’d just like to say thanks so much to all the lovely folk who have been a part of the BODIES OF MEN adventure.
Thanks to those who attended the launch of the novel back in May at the wonderful Street Theatre in Canberra.
Thanks to those who attended my speaking gigs, in bookshops, libraries, and schools.
Thanks to those who have messaged me with photos of the book in various places around Australia and in New Zealand – it’s such a simple gesture but it means a lot.
Thanks to those who have emailed or messaged me or come up to me at events and shared their experience of the novel. So very much appreciated.
Thanks to those who interviewed me and helped find an audience for my funny little war novel.
Thanks to those who have written responses to the novel online and then shared them. Some members of the literary community are just amazing, like Sue Terry from Whispering Gums – check out Sue’s summary of authors who have blogs, which includes a little mention of this here place in the online world.
Special thanks to all the many bookshops who stock the novel – you are bona fide heroes.
Special thanks also to my magic-making agent, Gaby Naher of Left Bank Literary in Sydney, and my very smart and hardworking publisher, Robert Watkins at Hachette Australia.
What have I learned?
To be frank, I have no idea, but here are some thoughts, which may or may not end up being true:
- confidence is a trickster
- publication is the fullstop at the end of the sentence
- for the stories that find a home, it was always impossible to predict where that home was going to be
- accept invitations that make you feel as though you’re going to faint
- it is better to make art that no one sees than to not have made art
- success is 10% talent, 20% luck, 50% hard work; no one knows what makes up the remaining 20%
- doubt is a loyal friend and is more helpful than you may realise.
What happens now?
After a bit of a summer break, my mind will turn to other projects, although I do have a BODIES OF MEN-related event in Queensland in April, just in time for Anzac Day 2020 – it will be at Avid Reader and with authors Melanie Meyers and Simon Cleary and moderated by the tireless Cass Moriarty. We’ll be talking all things writing war.
See you next year (if we in Australia survive the Bushfire Apocalypse).