Christmas | It Starts With A BOOK
The first of August saw the international release of Crossing the Lines, my metafiction. Published by the wonderful Poisoned Pen Press in the US, and the extraordinary Pantera Press in Australia, it was launched with a great deal of cake and celebration at The Nest in Tumbarumba and Readings Hawthorne in Melbourne. My husband Michael launched it in Tumbarumba and my dear friend and fellow writer, Robert Gott launched it in Melbourne. Crossing the Lines was for me a real departure from the historical crime fiction for which I am known. I've been overwhelmed by the reception it's received from readers and reviewers both here and in the US. The called it "a deeply-imagined and inventive novel about art, truth, and the blurring of the lines between reality and fantasy" and the said: "Crossing the Lines is a book that smiles and offers cake while it thinks". Through August I spoke spent many hours travelling with this book and through wonders of modern technology also managed to chat with a lovely bookclub in Hockessin Delaware.
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Imagine what it was like to write a book before the invention of the backspace key and the ‘save’ button. There was white-out for typing mistakes and carbon paper for making duplicate pages on the typewriter. Oh, the horror! So far, in just these first two paragraphs, I have used the backspace key 17 times. I read once that in Jack London’s original manuscript for his amazing semi-autobiography ‘Martin Eden’ – hundreds of pages long – there were only a few cross-outs. He wrote the entire book with hardly a backward glance. He is my hero.