Glenda’s blog

Ditmar Award 2015 and Tin Duck Award 2017.

Her novel The Lascar’s Dagger won

the Ditmar Award (Best Novel) in 2015 and the Tin Duck Award (Best WA Professional Long Written Work) in 2017.

Accolades

Eleven of her novels were Aurealis Awards finalists for the best Australian Fantasy Novel of the Year: The Aware (2003), Tainted (2004), Heart of the Mirage (2006), Song of the Shiver Barrens (2007), The Last Stormlord (2009), Stormlord Rising (2010), Stormlord’s Exile (2011), The Lascar’s Dagger (2014), The Dagger’s Path (2015) and Fall of the Dagger (2016).


NEWS … AND A PEEK AT HISTORY

NEWS : my new book — a standalone — is now with the editor. Not long to wait…

In the meantime I’ve been digging into family history, and today came across a newspaper cutting pasted into my mum’s 1988 diary — a reprint of something written Feb 1919 at a time when my dad was trying to get home from a war in France, and my mum would have been 15 years old, living in Melbourne.
She wrote in her 1988 diary: “How well I remember this!” and described how several of her classmates died at 14 y.o. and everyone was wearing masks soaked in eucalyptus oil — and her family all went and got the innoculation against pneumonia. She says, “It seems to have worked with us, though we were all very ill, none of us got pneumonia. This I think happened when I was 13 or 14.”

I HAD NO IDEA UNTIL TODAY THAT SHE’D EVER HAD THE 1918-19 FLU.

IT’S BIGGER THAN I THOUGHT

Sometimes the task seems overwhelming. Which is what I am feeling at the moment. I have to do a final edit on the latest book, and while the story is fine, it’s not in the right order. And the trouble is that when you start switching scenes around, it can alter a lot more than you bargained for. All of a sudden character X doesn’t know something because that incident hasn’t happened yet in the storyline. So I have to go back and insert bits and cut other bits out…

Aargh! It’s a nightmare.

Maybe that’s how my grandson felt when he went to learn about falconry — and someone handed him a buzzard instead of a falcon. The wingspan is wider than he is tall!

OVERDUE UPDATING…

It has been a long time since I updated my blog…but I am back.

OUR SITUATION:
A lot has happened, not all of it good, much of it related to the health of my husband and me. And of course, Covid has interrupted much of life just by existing. Even now, we are worried about my husband’s family members who are suffering its inroads, and one much loved member is currently in hospital.
My husband and I, however, are about as safe as it is possible to be. Both of us have had two AstraZenica jabs. We live in a place which goes into lock-down whenever the disease pops up. (Unfortunately we also live under a federal government who gave very little attention to obtaining vaccines, which has meant that Australia has one of the world’s worst vaccination rates as a percentage of the population.)

WRITING NEWS:
I have finished a new book, in the sense that there is a beginning, a middle and an end — however, I was not happy with it. I’ve sought the help of wonderful readers and, and as a result I have now embarked on a very thorough re-write, mostly to do with the structure of the novel, rather than the story which I still think is sound.

When and how will it be published? Not sure. Probably self-published…

LOCK-DOWN (West Australian style) : At the moment we are three days into a lock-down where we must wear a mask when we leave the house…which can only be for grocery shopping, medical reasons and an hour’s exercise nearby. Luckily we have lovely wild places just outside our back gate, see below.

WHICH WOULD YOU BUY, JUDGING BY THE COVER?

 

 The difference between Australian, French, German, UK, Russian, US covers of the same book:


The marketing people don’t seem to care that they might be misrepresenting the product (which would, one would think, lead to a dissatisfied customer who is not going to come back to that author again). All they want to do is sell the book. That seems short-sighted. I’d love to know what readers think.