Aren’t we lucky? Here in Sydney, Australia, it doesn’t take long before one feast of spectacular lilac flowers is replaced by another!
Only two or three weeks ago, the fragrant wisteria bunches were spilling over fences and pergolas; even dangling from obliging trees!!
From one head-turner to another: here comes the jacarandas! Leafless trees enveloped by eye-catching lilac flowers! Close-up or at a distance, a sight for sore eyes!
This afternoon, I treated myself to some music. Not just by switching on the radio, c.d. player or whatever. No: I decided to make my own. I played the piano.
Rusty, yes, but still it sparked the idea. I could still do it, despite scant attention of late to such things. Somehow, it brought me back to another time, another era: my pre school life.
From early childhood, I remember my mother playing. Her repertoire was dominated by a handful of tunes: ‘The Teddy Bears’ Picnic’, ‘Repaz Band’, and ‘Norwegian Cradle Song’. Hands up who’s heard of these! But, in my youth, they were as familiar to me as the top of the pops.
So, is it surprising that, as a youngster, I wanted to give music a go? After all, it was in the genes.
And today I demonstrated that, just like riding a bicycle, you never forget.
Have you ever written and published a book? Hoped for commercial success?
Did you approach it with your eyes wide open? Or were you as naive as myself, and thought that all you had to do was get it onto the market?
Much as having a child doesn’t stop when you’re finally wheeled out of the labour ward, creating a book doesn’t finish when you’ve got it in your hands. Like a baby, you may love it and want to see it adored by relatives, friends and society, but the journey is only just beginning.
You may watch and see how your human child gets on at playgroup, school, university and so on, trying to smooth his (or her) pathway to success. Your input is critical, yet aren’t the intrinsic qualities of the child all important, too?
I guess it’s much the same for books. To really succeed, you need good marketing strategy, receptive listeners and a conducive environment for sales. Oh, yes! It sure helps if the book is capable of winning and holding popularity and status!
What pops into your mind when someone says ‘Australian Short Stories’?
Do you think of the outback: tales of bush-men boiling a billy on a camp-fires? Kelpies and cattle dogs earning their keep by rounding up herds of sheep or cattle? Agricultural scenes: the rugged lifestyle of being a wheat or sugar cane grower?
If these are typical of the depictions you expect to see in my Short Story Collections, you’ll be in for a surprise.
My ‘Life and Love in Australia’ series of four volumes is dominated by tales of romance. Whether set in city or country, they feature a diverse selection of characters, plots and motivations.
You’ll find music-lovers, party-goers and dancers, as well as quiet, older folk, sometimes finding romance when they least expect it. You’ll also discover tales of human interest, such as parents’ concerns over their children’s lives, or something quite different like a humorous account of musical performance gone awry.
So, next time you hear the words ‘Australian Short Stories’, why not think of those of Margaret Lynette Sharp?
As the author of four volumes of fiction, I’ve created many, many characters.
Several stand out in mu mind, but none more than Allen, the hero of both ‘The Girl Next Door’ and ‘A Second Chance,’ from my second book of modern Australian Short Stories: ‘A Taste of Life and Love in Australia’.
It’s his personality traits in ‘The Girl Next Door’, combined with hapless fate, that endear him to me.
From early on, Cupid’s arrow strikes him, but circumstances always seem to create an embargo to the feelings they nurture. Vicki, the girl of his dreams, is overseen by her protective mother. It transpires she’s too young, too busy, and so on to be allowed out with him. At length, he summons courage to ask her on a date, but alas! Fate has done it to him again, and he learns the lesson of the perils of procrastination.
They meet up again in the final story, ‘A Second Chance’, under quite different circumstances. I’ll leave you to read ‘A Taste of Life and Love in Australia’ to discover the outcome!
Being a writer, is it really surprising that my favourite game revolves around words?
Yes, it’s Scrabble: the challenge to maximise your points-score with words.
I discovered it when I was quite young, about ten or so, and my parents encouraged my interest. An especially fine, one-to-one game, there were however times when I’d pit my skills against a couple of players.
Even into her declining years, my late mother loved to take up the challenge against me, and heartily rejoiced when she was the victor. Our games often lingered since neither of us gave up without exhausting our brains, scrounging for an elusive bonus score!
Our well-worn dictionary testifies to its status as umpire!