Well where do we begin.....I'm home and it's Saturday. Well that's not much of a start. All my life the most I've been able to do is get started. But every story is just a beginning. Like Sheherezade spinning her fables, they all are just at the beginning always, at least until they get to the middle and the end. Like Sheherezade I need an audience, a present audience. The problem with trying to write novels is that the audience is not present, but if you can create the illusion of an audience in your mind that might help.

Nothing much happens in Sydney, really. People go to work, they go home to their dull suburban lives, they go out and get drunk on friday night. Things are pretty predictable. There isn't much of anything to inspire anyone to produce great fiction. There isn't enough desperation in the firmament for that, at least not now, not yet. That's the surface view. But we know that what goes on under the surface is a lot more interesting. What we don't see is far more interesting than what we see. What's left out of a story is always more eye-opening than what is actually there on the page. Of course there is intrigue, and complexity and mystery. You just wouldn't know about it to look at the overwhelming superficiality, the corporate monotony, a steady diet of oppression that the oppressed gratefully devour.