> Book arrived at my place at 6.35am a week and a half ago
> I gave a copy to my grandmother, inscribed it, on the page before the dedication to her son
> Book has its first review – in Issue 97 of The Collagist
> Readers are reading book
> Thx to Knox Bertie for the cover image
> Thx to Wendy for cover design
> Cover is out there
> Release date is locked in
> Book has been printed
> Hard work is done
> I’m talking about Letter and 3:AM and other things at The Paperback Bookshop in Melbourne on August 8 and I’m looking forward to the time I’ll spend with Anna MacDonald like little else. If you’re in town on that evening, come along to hear Anna be super articulate and thoughtful and me ramble and forget what I’m saying and read about the dead man.
With gratitude to my Transmission Press family.
I have a book coming out.
That’s a sentence I’ve wanted to be able to write for, I don’t know, over a decade now, but, before March this year, wasn’t something I thought I’d be able to say seriously any time soon – if ever. But Transmission Press have spent the period since then patiently working with me to make this thing to be titled Letter to the Author of the Letter to the Father. It brings together the fiction I’ve written over the last three years or so, and the surprising and gratifying thing about it all – at least for me, their humble author – is to see the resonances and recurrences of themes and motifs across narrative styles and POVs and formal play.
It’s surprising because I wrote these stories to tell stories, yes, but also to challenge and entertain myself. To create, to evoke, to help me deal with life on this weird ball – and not with a serious view of binding them together and putting it up for sale.
I’ll write more about it all soon, but for now I’m grateful to Transmission Press for giving my fragmented, melancholy fiction a chance, and giving me so much creative control while also ensuring we’re creating the best collection possible.
Anyway, don’t worry too much about that right now. Instead, pick up a few books from a bookshop or subscribe to a literary journal or join a library, one with beanbags and aircon.