To my dear readers at the end of 2013
Thank you for following my exploits this year, whoever and wherever you may be. It’s a sunny, cicada-loud morning as I write this on the last day of the year and I’m feeling a kind of lazy, holiday contentment with things, even though I’ve been slowly working away on a writing project for the new year. Distractions come easily, but I let them.
In the year past I had my 90s teen memoir Ninety9 published by Giramondo, which led to a string of launches, a recreation of my teenage bedroom, and a walking tour of 1990s Newtown. I kept delving into the mysteries of Sydney on my blog Mirror Sydney, writing stories and making maps. I wrote a blog series for Sydney Living Museums for Public Sydney, hosted a Band T-shirt Tea party and a Morrissey party, found kittens in my yard, bought a giant teapot, wrote letters, saw Einstürzende Neubauten, went to the drive-in cinema, took at least 7750 photographs, taught students how to use semicolons properly and how to make zines, made my hair into a beehive, felt happy, felt sad, felt thankful for everyone who supports me, my readers and followers, i.e. you.
See you on a fresh page of the calendar,