A long, long time ago, in a faraway galaxy… I had a relationship with a guy who was beautiful (well, very normal looking, but his soul was beautiful). Truly, madly, deeply, this guy was my world. He had so many layers, good and bad, but I could see the playful, clever, affectionate, humorous truth behind it all and focused only on that. Continue reading
The vast majority of the writers I have contacted about the Letters to My Ex anthology have embraced the concept right away: it’s about women and connection. The letters are written to an unnamed, often male recipient, but it’s not about men at all.
A friend recently suggested it might be best to spell out the ‘what’s in it for me’ factor. Since I’ve had a few people write to me asking about payment (there’s no payment), I’m going to address this perfectly reasonable question. Continue reading
I cringe when I look back on any writing I’ve done where I talk about being fairly content in life, “Mostly happy, more centred than ever.” I don’t cringe because it’s a lie. I cringe because it paints only a partial truth – I am MOSTLY happy. You must not forget the MOSTLY. It was a fucking long road to get to MOSTLY from RARELY. Why am I yelling? Continue reading
When I decided to start a women’s anthology, Letters to My Ex, I received a lot of positive feedback about the idea. I also received some remarkable letters – all written in first-person and addressed to an ex-partner, containing snippets of stories that varied immensely: from death and disease, to infidelity, abortion, to just a polite nod goodbye after a gradual drifting apart. Continue reading
First published in Orange City Life, 23rd March 2017
Popular author Kim Kelly talks about anxiety, grief, love and kidneys… all of which have formed the narrative of the woman she is today.
Google the words “Kim Kelly Author”, and you’ll find a range of interviews from Sydney Morning Herald to Goodreads to ABC. Each of them will tell you Kim specialises in historical fiction and has published a stack of highly-regarded books (the current count is 6 novels), that she’s also an editor, and a few even mention the fact she gave her hubby one of her kidneys.
I walk past the old
buildings of my hometown
and think of the
who’ve walked the same path.
perhaps with same stride.
Perhaps I’m slightly evil, but I always enjoy an article that manages to walk the fine line between complimenting the interviewee, and letting their true personality – even when negative – shine through the piece. The reader is left feeling that the takeaway from the story is their own, rather than one enforced on them by the writer.
My friend’s a pole dancing lawyer. That’s right. Pole dancing….lawyer.
This milfy little elfin creature elegantly glides her tiny agile body around the pole while discussing criminal law legislation with her husband, who’s also a lawyer. Actually, I don’t know if that ever happens, but it would be cool. She also has about a zillion kids (3 kids), and a stomach you could cut potatoes on (or grate cheese, whatever floats your boat). Read more