The lovely thing about being forty is that you can appreciate twenty-five-year-old men more.
There's a hell of a lot of horny people out there who are not being gratified in the way they should be.
I have an editor in my head, that's why I can't read Harry Potter, because Rowling is such a lousy writer.
I want to know what they look like, their height, and colouring, physique and speech pattens.
I think explicit love scenes are a turn off unless it's the kind you read with one hand.
In early draft it never satisfied me, and that was when it clicked into place and it went so well as a diary.
It's a woman's book but I think the men will read it too.
My husband says it is very good that I have very tiny feet, because they're easier to get in my mouth.
There is no doubt that it is more difficult to read and more difficult to write but I still manage.
It's a dead give away of an inexperienced writer if every character speaks with the same voice.
I am writing a sequel to The Touch because I want to further explore the Chinese question that I have raised. There will be more about that in a sequel.
Once I've got the first draft down on paper then I do five or six more drafts, the last two of which will be polishing drafts. The ones in between will flesh out the characters and maybe I'll check my research.
The Labour Party of today has fits of horrors of the very thought of somebody like me might saying that they bought in white Australia. But I believe they did.
I stopped this one about two months before federation and I want the next one to be more political. It will deal with the formation of white Australian policy and things like that.
My fictitious characters will take the bit between their teeth and gallop off and do something that I hadn't counted on. However, I always insist on dragging them back to the straight and narrow.
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