A Remarkable Privilege: Glenda Larke on Writing Other Cultures
THE FUGITIVE QUEEN has not yet been completed, but it will be done by Christmas, all being well. The first 100,000 words have been reworked a number of times, and I am reasonably happy with them, but the next 20 thousand still need a bit of work. The final 10 thousand is underway. And yes, I will soon be on the hunt for beta readers.
The only person to have read any of it so far, an editor friend with a critical eye, seems to be enjoying it, so that’s good news. (And no, it doesn’t matter how many books you have published, you still think the latest is terrible. Consequently, you soak up any praise as if it was rain in a drought.)
And here’s a photo I took recently of the caterpillar of a case moth, scurrying along across a path. It has clothed itself in a camouflage gown of straws. That sort of furry stuff at the top is its head poking out.
Longtime since I did blog post…
A lot has happened!
Mostly centred around the ongoing health issues of my husband, which included heavy issues like triple bypass, valve replacement and pacemaker.
OTHER newsy things:
- Continuum Convention, bless ’em, over in Melbourne has very kindly invited me as Australian Guest of Honour for the 2020 Convention in June. More about that closer to the day! I’ve always had a soft spot for that particular convention, and their International guest will be a Malaysian, which makes things doubly special for me.
- And also in 2020, I will be going to the World SF Convention in Wellington, New Zealand in August. Well, I’ve bought the ticket anyway, so fingers crossed!!
- Ezvid Wiki over in Los Angeles has included “THE LASCAR’S DAGGER” as one of:
Packing the car at dawn at the motel in Coolgardie
after our first night away.
WE ARE HEADING OUT…looking at some corners of Australia after we endured a series of health issues for more than six months. Now that things are looking up, we are off to explore…
Glowing gold-burnished Eucalypt trees near Norseman
Lake Cowan — mostly dry and salt…
At Eyre, looking at the great Southern Ocean. It was cold and windy!
Bunda Cliffs, Head of the Great Australian Bight, where the female Right Whales come in from the Antarctic to give birth once every 3 years or so…
before you ask, they are called Right Whales because they were
considered the “right” whales to hunt because they swam slowly and
floated when killed. As a consequence they were once hunted to the edge
|And if you look carefully you will see the female Right Whale centre right. Ok, so it looked better through binoculars!!|
For non-Australians — we have headed from the west coast of Australia in a more of less south-eastly direction, ending up on the coast of the Southern Ocean as we cross the Nullabor Plains from our state (Western Australia) into South Australia. We are now 2,000 kms away from home (1,250 miles). We have been travelling 3 days.
What’s the difference between me (and other professional writers) and a
professional athlete? You know, like those talented young folk now
showing us their skills and brilliance at the Commonwealth Games?
Let me tell you.
I had to have a job unconnected with being a writer, which enabled me
to earn a living. In my spare time I laboured alone to hone my craft. I
sacrificed time and money I could ill afford, sending manuscripts off by
snail mail (back in the day), buying self-help
books, attending courses, etc, etc. Eventually I made it, and started
to get paid. A bit. I still had to fork out money to help me —
attending conventions, for example, and I still had to work.
10+ years, I actually made enough to earn a living (although I doubt it
was enough to support a whole growing family–but by then my family was
Now let’s look at athletes. They also had a talent and a
passion, probably noticed while they were still at school. They came to
the attention of sporting bodies or trainers. Like me, they worked hard.
Unlike me, they had so much help. They had trainers. They had
encouragement or paid professionals devoted helping them, along with
tech experts, videos and science labs… Most would have had financial
help, perhaps in kind, or even in cash. They were sent off to compete at
meets, in and out of Asutralia, mostly not at their own expense.
And now we hail them as heroes, mention them on TV, applaud their
achievements, offer them endorsements, free trips and adulation. Good
What I wonder is why do they deserve it, and we writers
don’t? Why is there so little money for us, especially while we are
still struggling? Why do we give so much adulation to athletes and not
to writers — to physical achievements, not intellectual ones?
do it all over again, mind you, and I don’t regret a minute of time
spent on my writing career, and I’m very thankful for the financial help
I have had (from the Public Lending Rights for example) –but I do
wonder sometimes about the imbalance …