While researching my book, I read a lot of Young Adult novels. One thing that I found was that there was a habit for writers to ‘talk down’ to their readers. They did this by using many short, sharp sentences, by having two plot changes per page and by having the characters change their emotional state abruptly. All of this points to a fear of losing the reader’s attention.
Since I’ve started blogging, I’ve had to deal with a fair few angry comments. I don’t think I’ve written anything particularly offensive, however there are still those who will write something aggressive.
I’ve quickly realised that angry comments come from people who may be having emotional difficulties. I could write about rainbows and puppy dogs and still someone out there will say they take offense and blast away at me.
I went to an orthodox Jewish school. All my friends lived within the Jewish community, which stretched out for about a ten block radius in the suburb of Caulfield in Melbourne.
My entire life was within the community. I saw my friends all day at school, then in synagogue on Shabbat and on Sunday as well.
My first novel, The Boy’s Own Manual to Being Proper Jew, is about, Yossi, a homosexual teenage boy living in the Melbourne Orthodox Jewish community. I was raised orthodox myself and felt pretty comfortable writing about an orthodox teenager. I could just draw on memory.
Seeing that I’m straight, though, writing a gay character was a bit more a challenge. I was scared I would offend gay readers who felt that I’d misrepresented them. I guess we’re all a bit scared of offending people.
My last post has landed!
To finish things off with a bang, I’ve organised the most epic press conference of all time, featuring the winner of my Inside A Dog 'Win A Signed Copy of The Intern' competition, as well as questions from 11 incredible Aussie authors.
I can’t believe I’m nearly at the end of my Inside a Dog residency. I’ve been having so much fun sharing parts of my world, and chatting on here, Facebook, Instagram and Twitter with you all.
I’m shocking with goodbyes (excuse me while I reach for the tissues), so to delay the inevitable I’ve decided this is my second-last post. That’s right. I’m not ready for the farewell, so you’ve still got me for another few days – woo hoo! *cracks out the streamers and confetti*
Confession: I have crushes on fictional characters.
Whether they’re from books, TV or movies, I’ve exclaimed ‘I love this guy’ over plenty of made-up chaps (Hi, Randy Taylor!).
Some pull at the old heart strings. Others’ dagginess makes them loveable. Maybe it's the character’s brains, or values, or strengths (or weaknesses). Or maybe they're designed to make knees go weak on a global scale.
Either way, let the drooling begin!
We’re all friends here, right? I can tell you anything, yeah? Well, here goes…
I haven’t ironed my clothes in a decade. Ah, oops! That’s not what I wanted to tell you… (Keep that one on the downlow, okay? Mum’ll kill me.) Here goes… take two.
I’m a TV addict. Big-time.
Some people love to write their books in cafes. Others like to handwrite their books in notebooks. Some crazy cats even enjoy handwriting their books in notebooks in cafes.
I’m not one of those people.
When it comes to penning an 80,000-word novel, I’m a desk and computer girl, all the way, every day. (Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m basically the Sheldon Cooper of writing desks.)
It was my husband, JT, who started it.
‘What songs would go on THE INTERN soundtrack?’ he asked me. ‘You know, for the movie of your book?’
‘What soundtrack? And there’s no movie! Is there? Did Disney finally ring?’ I asked, not wanting to admit to curling up by the phone waiting for big-shot Hollywood producers to call.