Letters to My Ex: What’s in It for Me?

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

Why I Hate Being Nice: Eckhart-Fucking-Tolle, Clementine Ford & The Fat Stinkin’ Elephant in the Room

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

Grief, Anxiety & Kidneys: Kim Kelly on her ‘Hard Roads’ to Becoming an Author.

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.

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The Pole Dancing Lawyer, the Cheesemaker, and Me.

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