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I've been busy finishing first drafts and making school visits this last month, but I've still had time to file a few pieces here and there.

For The New Daily, I indulged my inner music geek and wrote a piece celebrating 20 Years of Britpop. They actually asked me to write about the anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death, but everyone else seemed to have that covered already. I also filed a short piece about Record Store Day Australia. With my film critic hat on, I waxed lyrical about George Clooney. I can't remember why.

For Screen Education, I wrote about gender in sci-fi and Gravity, a film I very much enjoyed last year. It's available to read (for free) here.

This month, I'm joining the faculty at The School of Life, teaching a class on How To Worry Less About Money. I was interviewed, along with school director Kaj Lofgren, by ABC Radio National. You can hear the interview here.

Finally, my weekly culture columns continue to appear at The Weekly Review. This week, I'm looking at Terry Gilliam's latest and the new album by The Horrors.

Over Our Bodies

Last year, I took part in a festival event called Fight Night, in which myself and more notable authors (Libba Bray and Garth Nix) went up against some emerging authors for a fiction slam down. The theme I was given was Romance. This caused me much anguish. I spent weeks trying to think of something romantic. When I no longer had any time left to think, I quickly reworked a piece I'd written when I was 21. Actually, I rewrote most of it on the tram to the event, but I can't find my scribbled-on copy.

This version is something of a compromise, which I share to make my blog feel less neglected. Let's call it Over Our Bodies. It's a bit over-written and angsty and doom-laden and earnest, but it was written in 1998. Those were the sort of times we were having in 1998. Myself, I find it quite funny. When I read it out, there were laughs, which is all I've ever wanted from my writing.

In short, it's about the end of a romance. Which, to me, is more interesting than the start. Something that irritates me about (some) YA fiction is the assumption that teenage love is forever love. Madness. I'd love to write a book about what happens after the happy ending. Maybe later.

90s Myke

It’s hard to remember how the fights began. He comes to suspect she would rather fight than not. But he too is implicated in crimes of escalation. A gesture, a willing misinterpretation, a row. Some evenings everything is a symptom of something else. Bitter feuds about good and evil arise from tiny disputes over sitcoms. The trivial becomes the essential, moral lines drawn with the fervour of fundamentalists and then crossed at will. Arguments are shapeless and violent, annexing whole continents of disputed territory. The next night, the argument is reversed; the territory reclaimed. 


 These are the things they fought about:


  A missed turn.

Whose fault it was neither could decide which film to rent.

A left turn.

Whose mother was needier.

A fucking hook turn.

Which of them was most judgmental.

Slamming a car door.


Holding a door open.

O camp.

Whose turn it was to apologise.

Leaving a party.

Staying at a party.




New Year’s Eve.

Good Friday.

Easter Sunday.

Pancake Tuesday.



Whether Morrissey could sing.

When David Bowie turned crap.

James Bond.

The Smiths.

The Smiths again.

Which of them was Withnail. And which of them was I.

Which of them was most broken.

Which of them wanted to be most broken.

They fight in public for sport. Tearing themselves apart with glee. In cafés. In pubs. In supermarkets. In cinemas. In car parks. On the first night of a weekend away, in a small country town, outside a fish and chip shop. Turning boxer’s circles in the middle of the street. A crowd applauding from the kerb. Headlights ringing in the next round.

Afterwards, her watching sister says: You were enjoying that.


Now it is merely what they do, a mid-to-late evening ritual. Repeating the same scenes as if they are only rehearsing, trying to get them right. Love is never in question. Love raises the stakes. When love isn’t doubted, everything else is, and both of them are pushing. Pushing to find spaces where one of them ends and the other begins; where pain starts and the pleasure is done. 

I like it when you’re angry, she says. There is sweat on her top lip.

It reminds me you’ve got guts.

Fuck you. 

I hate you.

I love you. 

Love is thick, love is sticky. Hot jam in the veins.

I love you, he says. She says. I love you. I can’t stop. I want to stop. I hate it. I can’t.

I love you. These are heavy words, dropped on tight air, pulling them into each other, onto each other, forever. I love you. 


The happy times are nothing. A few weeks of cautious peace, old smiles and new leaves, before an abrupt resumption of hostilities. They wear each other down to the foundations and then keep digging. Neither can remember what they’re looking for. Drilling into empty graves that only spit out dust and memories. They are ghosts now.


I’ve just remembered who you are, he says one morning, sitting up in her bed. It’s summer, not too long before Christmas. The honeyed scent of jacaranda wafts through the flywire. 

I can see you. The girl from school.

She says: I think I remember you too.

He says: I’m sorry, although he can’t remember a fight.

She says: So am I.

But it is too late. Already they are fading from view. By lunchtime, they are ghosts again.


Every day, he wakes up further from her. At night, he lies sleepless in her bed and wonders what keeps him there. What leads any ghost to haunt the same house, across endless nights? Pain, he thinks. Pain and fear. Fear that everything might mean nothing if the hauntings ever stop.

Digital Writers Festival: The Teen Perspective

Today I hosted a webchat with three young writers about their experiences writing (and living) online. I was deeply impressed by the thought and depth with which the teens responded to questions. I'd recommend watching the video (tech glitches and all) to anyone mildly interested in how teenagers are adapting to living with technology, their attitude to reading and what they expect from authors in this digital age.

The session was part of Melbourne's Digital Writers Festival and was supported by the Centre For Youth Literature.

Inside A Blog: The Teen Perspective

FIRE IN THE SEA: US giveaway

Fire in the Sea

My Young Adult novel Fire In The Sea is released in the US next month and, to celebrate, Consortium Books are giving away copies to eight lucky readers. If you haven't yet snagged yourself a copy, this could be your chance. Or, of course, you could order yourself a copy from Amazon or  even better!  walk into your local bookstore (if you still have one) and order a copy there. This is always my preference, as it helps raise awareness of the book (and supports your local bookstore).

If you do read Fire In The Sea and enjoy it, please take the time to leave a review at Amazon or Good Reads. Every good word counts!

While I think of it, Fire will be released in the UK in March.


Fire in the Sea giveaway

Fire in the Sea on

Fire in the Sea on

Johnny Marr interview

Johnny Marr

Listeners and readers of my work might have worked out I had a bit of a Smiths obsession when I was younger. I think they remain a crucial rite of passage for most intelligent, sensitive teenagers of good taste. Indeed, I had a weird moment recently when revisiting Perth and I witnessed a group of 15-year-olds strutting down the street, with Boy With The Thorn In His Side blaring out from a shoulder-slung ghetto blaster. While I was glad The Smiths are still relevant to today's teens, this actually put me out a little. Even though I was five when The Smiths formed and, if I'm honest, discovered them off the back of Suede, they felt like my band. How dare these young pups try to claim them for themselves?

This week, I was fortunate enough to interview Johnny Marr (guitarist for The Smiths) for The New Daily. I mentioned my strange reaction to seeing those kids and he said: 

"That’s good, man. That probably says more about you than it does about them. To be of a certain age and to still be able to feel put out by some part of culture, your idealism must still be alive somewhere. I think that’s worth fighting for."


I'd like to think he was right. I'm 36 now, but I think those teenage passions are still burning. Might explain the lure of YA fiction, I suppose.


That part didn't make it into the interview (I hate it when interviewers shove themselves too obtrusively into a tale) but you can read the full interview here:


Johnny Marr interview.



Doctor Who at Fifty

Who at 50

As many of you are no doubt aware, I've been a lifelong Doctor Who fan. Surprising, really, that it's taken me this long to write anything about it. The feature below is a piece I wrote for Australian magazine Screen Education. It's a somewhat personal guide to Who, looking at the show's ability to inspire its young viewers to embark on their own creative feats. It certainly did the trick for me. 

The article features interviews with Nicholas Briggs (voice of the Daleks and producer of the Doctor Who audio adventures) and John Richards (writer of sci-fi sitcom Outland and one half of current Who podcast Splendid Chaps).

Fifty Years of Doctor Who: Revenge of the Geeks (scroll down to the bottom of the page)

Dumbo Feather Interview


I recently filmed a short interview, talking about journalism and other writings for magazine Dumbo Feather. The piece is now online as part of New Conversations, a high school writing competition that Dumbo are running. (And which I'll be helping to judge.)

At the link below, there are also interviews with the very glamorous journo Sofija Stefanovic and Dumbo deputy editor Livia Albeck-Ripka.


New Conversations

Salmon and Dusk: The Music

Salmon and Dusk framed

I'm occasionally asked about the score for the Salmon and Dusk podcasts, so thought I'd put together a quick post for easy reference. The instrumental tracks I used for Season 1 (not the original How to Disappear Completely podcast) were, with a few exceptions, taken from an album called Abandoned Soundtrack by XeMa.

Happily the album is still freely available on the web. You might find it at either of these links:


If you like the music, do let the artist know - and feel free to mention where you first heard it!

For the record, the Salmon and Dusk theme music is a track called Tribute by Dilvie.

Dilvie: Tribute

I gave it a slight remix for Season 1.

Any other music-related queries?

The (not-so secret) agent!



Big news this week — I have an agent!


I’ve signed with Barry Goldblatt at BG Literary, New York. Barry has some amazing clients on his list, including Libba Bray and Holly Black, so I’m delighted he’s found a place for me. We’ve talked about a couple of projects I have lined up (one of them may well be Salmon & Dusk related) and I feel that Barry really understands what I’m trying to do with them. I’d love to elaborate, but I should probably wait until they're actually written.


It’s slightly unusual (I’m told) for an Australian author to find themselves an agent — especially when they already have a wonderful publisher, as I do with Text Publishing — but it’s been a long-held ambition of mine, so I’m very happy Barry has taken me on. I look forward to revealing the fruits of our collaboration in the months ahead.




HYPABLE interview


I'm interviewed today over at HYPABLE. It was a fun chat, in which I rambled on about boys books, girls books and why Fire in The Sea (out in the US Feb 2014!) is the anti-Twilight.

HYPABLE interview