Following Prince Harry’s wedding last Saturday to Meghan Markle, an inspiring piece in The Pool prompted this post on the wrongs and ‘rights’ of giving away the bride.
‘I’ve found this guy who turns CDs into vinyl.’
I came across this sentence the other day while looking up material for my ‘gap year’ memoir. It was in an email I had sent to a friend in February 2015. I didn’t know it then, but it marked the start of my career as an occasional compiler of funeral music. Occasional as in ‘infrequent’. Funeral music is always ‘occasional’ in the other sense.
There has to be an alternative to doing time on the slush pile on the rocky road to becoming a published author.
I’ve already likened my passion for writing to the urge to reproduce. I could say the same of my relentless pursuit of a publishing deal. I am guilty of every crime in the self-promotion book. Schmoozing. Pitching at a minute’s notice. Imposing on the goodwill of strangers. It’s a litany of misdemeanours.
One for the aspiring authors out there.
DIY Woman loves a free event, especially one that includes wine, cheese and stimulating conversation. On Monday May 22, three of Melbourne’s most successful writers come together under the RMIT banner (they are all graduates of the professional writing and editing course there) to spill the beans on successful transformations from novel to film script. Ker-ching.
For the chef it’s his Sabatier, for a musician his instrument, for an artist his brush. So what is the tool of the writer?
Is it the latest slimline, impossibly light i-notebook? Or the hard-drive that stores the words for posterity?
Non, non et non.
For this écrivain, it’s her fountain pen. Continue reading