Welcome to the sometimes painful, often preposterous, essentially playful world of the woman who brought you 'The Grass Was Always Browner' -- a tell-all memoir of my Sydney-based childhood, originally titled 'Dancing with Dingoes'. There's some dancing in it.
Monday, September 29, 2014
Someone once said there's no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting. I hope he or she is right...
If this dog's breakfast rewrite of one measly page of my current work in slow progress is anything to go by, I'll be lucky ever to find out.