Last night, I went on a very, very rare Tiger-less adventure to the Tasmanian Writers’ Centre Christmas party, at the Lark Distillery in Hobart. I was invited to give a reading of my story, Writing Clementine, which will be a Real Live Actual Thing, thanks to the wondrous Onions, in 2014. It was the first ever time I read some of it to anyone and I was probably more nervous than I’d ever been in my non-Tiger-related life.
The Lark was a lovely place to hold a Christmas party – a beautiful old building, staffed by really gorgeous people. It was a bit wasted on me, being (to my dad’s probable disappointment), not a whisky-drinker. In fact, I’m not much of a drinker of anything these days, so even the free wine voucher ended up crumpled in my pocket. But everyone else seemed to be thoroughly enjoying their bubbles and beers, and I know Tiger’s Daddy thinks they produce a good drop. Don’t mind me; I’m just a WOWSER*.
It was only my second night-time journey without my girl and I had the vague sense for the hour I was there that I was playing at grown-ups. Everyone else seemed to know how to talk and how to act and I felt a bit at sea and missed my girl, even though it was only for a brief time.
It was really nice to catch up with some old friends, though, like fellow “Onions” Julie Hunt and Lian Tanner, and my gorgeous writer mates Tansy Rayner Roberts and Sarah Brabazon. And I was thrilled to bits to debut Writing Clementine, via a short reading.
The Writers’ Centre put on a fantastic event – there was real joy and comradeship and pride in that room amongst the writers gathered. There’s a beautiful sense of community down here and I was so chuffed to be welcomed into it. I know I babbled too much. I know I talked too much about Tiger and not enough about writing, and I know it probably seemed curious to everyone there the way I scurried out the back door the moment my reading was over, to be back with my dearheart, but I had a good time and I was filled with a renewed love for this island and its wonderful artistic community. Marion and Kylie did an amazing job in the absence of their fearless leader, Chris (on adventures of her own in India – wow), and I can’t wait to be part of more exciting times with them in 2014.
* Woman Of Woeful Stamina and/or Endurance of Runny-alcoholic-stuff