I left Cairns at 6 am and the temperature was twelve degrees. At 12.30 pm I landed in Melbourne and it was still twelve degrees! Nothing like consistency! The skies were blue, the winds were light, the taxi driver was a Greek gentleman with a fantastic sense of humour. Melbourne was showering me with her charm.
By 1.30 pm I was drinking champagne with my lovely agent, Clare Foster, (and yes that means there’s good news, but more of that later!) and enjoying being a writer.
By 3.00 pm, Margareta Osborn and I were swapping writing stories. There’s nothing quite like getting together with another writer. The conversation goes something like -‘Really? You do that too? Wow, I thought I was the only one that felt that? Really? Your editor said that too?’
I call it terminal uniqueness. We writers are just as insecure about our work as any other artist and it’s wonderful to be reminded that we’re not alone on this journey 🙂