This month I attended my very first writer's event. The SCBWI Christmas party.
Of course, I was late. I missed the New Members Get-together and when I entered the room full of members, everyone was neatly seated and listening to the MC run through the agenda. They all looked like they were life-long besties and proper-job writers.
What the hell was I doing there?
But right away, a smiling stranger waved me over to sit beside her. And that was it. I had a brilliant and inspiring time listening to an editor from a big publishing house and to a couple of illustrators. I spoke to friendly authors who didn't at all seem to mind hanging out with an aspiring wannabe.
And then there were the miniature smoked salmon bagels... mmm.
Why Anzac Parade is like Hogwarts Castle
I'm in the minority here, but I'm quite enjoying the chaos of the Light Rail construction in Sydney. Sure, it's horrible during peak hour, but when you drive along late at night, it's like navigating the Hogwarts staircases - you never know what configuration the lanes are going to be in. They can wind from one side of the road to the other, split from each other, or lead down all sorts of barricaded detours.
It's part obstacle course, part computer game, and part Halloween party. There's the fluoro bunting, flashing lights, people in high-vis vests waving light baton's, and thousands of witches hats that only come out after dark.
Sometimes it's so much fun that I'm tempted to loop around and do it again.
So far, I've resisted.