Not for the faint of heart, apparently

On Monday night I gave a reading from Madigan Mine at The Wheeler Centre, as part of their "Debut Mondays" series. It's the first time I'd read that particular section in public, and it's one of the nastier scenes in the book. There is a knife involved, and quite a bit of blood, and someone … Continue reading Not for the faint of heart, apparently

Of Blackbirds and Currawongs

The thing is, I should love Currawongs. I should be on their side. They're big black birds, ever so distantly related to ravens -- an ever so distant relation which definitely shows in their general mien -- with bright yellow eyes and a penchant for falling with clumsy grace through the branches of trees. They … Continue reading Of Blackbirds and Currawongs