It's the last day of May (almost) and I'm doing a Baxter Street round-up.
By the way, do you know how Baxter Street got its name?
It's a line from an old tune by Eels.
going over to susan's house
walking south down baxter street
nothing hiding behind this picket fence
After all these years it's just occurred to me to tell you that. Weird, huh?
You can listen to the song (and watch the film clip) here if you like. It's gorgeous but the narrative is heartbreaking. Don't listen if you want to stay in a happy place.
Now where was I? Oh yes. The darling buds of May and what happened.
Earlier in the month we celebrated the launch of book five in the Truly Tan series, at the Little Bookroom here in Melbourne.
My fabulous HarperCollins publisher, Lisa Berryman, and Leesa Lambert from the Little Bookroom in full flight. I love this photo! Leesa's not really telling everyone to sit up straight and focus...
This month I also received an advance copy of my new picture book. I'm so proud of it and can't wait to share it with the world. But it doesn't come out until the end of August. So I'll talk about it properly then (just you try and stop me).
This book was in production for so long that we started calling it the Little Picture Book That Could.
Patience, grasshopper. I think that old dude in Kung Fu was probably a publishing executive in a former life.
I've been thinking about Kate Bush and scribbling in my sketchbook.
'Two steps on the water' is one of my absolutely favourite lines from Hounds of Love. I adore that album and have always been obsessed with Kate's lyrics. I was thinking of having two steps on the water tattooed on my inner arm. But now there's a hipstery punky band by the same name. It would just be too confusing, don't you think?
Here's a Hounds of Love clip with the gorgeous lyrics laid bare.
Obviously I'm not the only person to be besotted with those words. How is it that a few words can send one into a spin? It's the poetry, I suppose.
Words as art.
That's why, on the very last day of May, I signed up to do a wordplay art course with Lynn Whipple. I feel right at home with Lynn. She gets it. My word she does.
Meanwhile, over at girl and duck, I've been making weekly videos for my subscribers. As well as getting my ya-yas together so I can run another creative writing course. This time in July.
And look at the venue! Ross House in Flinders Lane. I still can't believe I scored a room there.
What a building! It even has a funky cafe at street level.
Whenever I stroll down the lanes around Flinders and Degraves Streets, I feel like I'm in a Woody Allen film. Honestly.
Hannah and Her Sisters, maybe?
Remember Dianne Wiest in that film? I wanted to be her, so badly. Apart from the cocaine habit. Ahem.
Coats, hats, brooches AND she could cook AND she was a writer. It doesn't get much better than that. Hell, if Woody's character hadn't married her, I would have.
But I think I've told you all this before...
Oh well, I'm loyal to my idols.
Okay. I'm starting to romance now.
Time to rein it in.
Thank you for dropping by, dear reader, I adore your company.
Yours inside an Eels tune