Archive for the ‘Henry Hoey Hobson’ Category

You know that old cliche “Never in my wildest dreams”? Well, I never say that. Because as we all know, good writers avoid cliches like the plague…and in my wildest dreams, I’m usually fighting a one-woman guerrilla war against Columbian drug lords, or facing down a serial killer threatening a library full of school children [...]

What is it about the power of three? ABC 123 Rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub Hewie, Dewie and Louie The three little pigs The Three Musketeers And now, Henry Hoey Hobson. Three ordinary little words that, slung together, have somehow made a whole, greater than the sum of its parts. Twelve months after being [...]

I take my hat off to the real judges of the CBCA Book of the Year Awards. Not just because they short-listed my Henry Hoey Hobson For Book of the Year for Younger Readers (though, let’s be honest, I LOVE them for that), but because they do such a difficult job, for little pay or [...]

Funny, what inspires us as writers. I’ve never been much of a swimmer myself. I can manage a stately breast stroke in a flowered bathing cap, but it just isn’t my thing, if you know what I mean. I grew up on a farm, in the middle of a drought, and was ten years old [...]

A huge thank you to all the hard-working librarians who have chosen Henry Hoey Hobson for this year’s Readers Cup. Five regions so far – Brisbane South, Brisbane Bayside, Gold Coast, Capricornia and Somerset/Lockyer – have put HHH on the list of books to be read in their regional competitions in June. Other regions will [...]

People love to know where we writers get our ideas. They seem to think that ideas are elusive, and that we find them in secret places where others never think to look. The truth is that ideas spring at us from all directions. Like hungry cats, they clamour for our attention, rubbing up against our [...]

As a kid, I loved reading Zane Grey westerns and Jack London adventures I’d ride horses bareback and fight boys with sticks, then retire to my room with my uber-Barbie (the one with the swivel waist and the bendable knees). I devoured Jane Eyre, Ann of Green Gables and Little Women with the same avid [...]

Ack, it’s almost upon us. The Brisbane launch of Henry Hoey Hobson. There will be drinks and me and the fabulous Marj Kirkland, illustrious grand poobah of the Childrens Book Council of Australia. Also my esteemed publisher, Leonie Tyle, waving the Woolshed Press/Random House Australia banner. Click here to check it out on Coaldrake’s Author [...]

I’m at a loose end. Pull it and I’ll start to unravel. The revisions are done, the publishing Gods temporarily appeased after taking my second-born. Henry Hoey Hobson has left home, whisked away on secret publisher’s business to an unknown location, a brutal boot camp where a merciless editor will whip his scrawny arse into [...]