I know, I haven’t blogged for weeks and I keep on meaning to but I’ve been writing, heaps, so please accept my apology. Sometimes, you do wonder, where the words come from – how did that story idea emerge, why those characters. Sometimes, pieces seem to write themselves. I think it is best not to question the why and the how and just be glad it happened. So that’s why I haven’t blogged. I have been writing and not thinking about much else.
What I was going to blog about several weeks ago was one of the unexpected pleasures of being a writer – talking to people about what I do. In the one week I talked to a group of Malaysian students here at the University’s College of Education and the South Dunedin Probus group. I always feel I should prepare a speech or at least write notes before talking to groups but I never seem to get around to it (like this blog!) and afterwards am always glad I didn’t. Each group always has their own questions and want to know about particular things and to let them have an insight into writing and publishing is a lot of fun. Some people believe that once anyone finishes a novel publishers are obligated to publish it no matter what (I usually answer that one with hysterical laughter), others think that books in New Zealand make a lot of money (see last response). Others assume I want to be the next J K Rowling (well, yes but . . .) I don’t know if any of these talks do anything for my book sales but making people laugh is a lot of fun. Maybe I’m in the wrong job. Maybe I should be a comedian.