I can’t read my own handwriting.

“Karen,” you say, “what are all those little yellow squares with handwriting on them?” “Handwriting I have blurred a number of times in photoshop, Internets,” I reply. “I do not want the contents of those squares to be discernible! Because I am plotting a book.” “Oh, Karen,” you sigh. “There are these things called computers, perhaps you have heard of them?” “Well, Internets,” I say, “I think the method of presentation for this imaginary conversation is adequate evidence that I have,...

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Anxiety, Keri, and Me

So my friend John runs this thing where he invites people to talk about the Big Idea that lies behind their novel. Wherein! I talk about my anxiety disorder, and The Shattering, and where Keri came from without me realising it. But of course Keri wasn’t really like me. She was a biracial teenager from a low-income family who wasn’t afraid of physical violence and loved sports. I was a white woman in my late twenties who shied away from physical confrontation and thought that sports were doubtless very nice for those who enjoyed them. I had far more in common with the other two narrators;...

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The Unbearable Lightness Of Noms

I am waiting for my first ever bread to bake (please be delicious, bread, I have plans for you that involve a lot of honey) and I am quite cheerful about that. Also I am cheerful from killing the first person in Mysterious New Novel today. Well, second, but the protagonist got better. ALSO I am cheerful because I was watching Adam Hills in Gordon St Tonight, which featured the awesome Hannah Gadsby, on whom I have an inappropriate crush, and the voice of Josh Thomas, on whom likewise. This prompted some thought. Karen’s Inappropriate Crushes On Australian Comedy/Analysis TV People: Josh...

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The Shattering Cookie: Keri and her mum.

Hello, internets! For your next The Shattering cookie you said you wanted Keri hanging out with her family, and you shall have it! Mild spoiler warnings, of course. I got home just as Mum was leaving for work. “Morning, Keri. How was dinner?” “Good,” I said. “The snapper was good.” “Oh, lovely. Is Janna’s friend nice?” “Yeah. Bit flash, maybe. He’s staying at the Chancellor.” Mum nodded, a gesture that might have meant she wasn’t paying attention, but could equally have meant she was taking it all in for use at some later date. “Your dad called while you were out....

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NEW The Shattering Cover!

NOTE: THIS ENTIRE POST IS LIES. Which I mention because apparently a bookstore contacted my publicist to see if the cover had really changed. Hi Interwebs! I have a confession to make. You see, after a lot of discussion, Allen and Unwin decided to go with a new cover design for the Australian version of The Shattering. They went with a new designer, RC Fleming, and a really different take on the book. I’ve been sitting on this for a while, DYING to let you all see. And today, I finally get to unveil the new cover design to you! This design really speaks to the lighter side of the...

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The Shattering cookie: Meet Janna!

Cookie time has come again! A very fast poll indicated you would like to see Musician Janna, as opposed to Flirty Janna or Magic Janna, so here we go. But with flirtiness attached anyway. Janna van der Zaag multi-tasks, yo! SPOILERS. BUT MILD ONES. Tiny bit of relevant context: Janna’s nickname is Stardust. She claims it’s because she’s vital to the existence of the universe, but Keri has a different, less flattering, origin story for the name. Patrick looked disgusted, but then again, that was his basic state. “Don’t spend the money before we’ve earned it,” he...

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