shout out radio
You’ll notice Clementine Ford has given the front quote for SUMMER SKIN, and that made my whole year because she is a champion in every respect of the word. Anyway, you should also know that she has a book coming out next year, called FIGHT LIKE A GIRL. She speaks more about it in this interview with Pedestrian TV Read all of it. You have to. She says, as usual, so many things that are just right. I have to quote, though, because … well, because I can’t stop myself really:
Yet when women do fight back, or get angry, or present themselves as anything less than feminine and docile, we’re shamed for it. We’re not supposed to fight. We’re not supposed to present ourselves in a way that makes other people feel uncomfortable. We’re told that to change things we have to be nice and sweet, we have to make the people who have the power not feel threatened.
That Gif is taken from Misty Miller, Next to You. She is brilliant. Happy Friday peoples!
That looks very codey and mysterious, doesn’t it? So, I have been tagged to do this by the lovely Sandy Fussell, who will be doing a Where the Magic Happens post later in the year (one that made me teary, no less), but who also does a fantastic wrap up of the weekly web activities of Australian children’s and YA authors at Scoop.it because she is kickarse supportive like that. The idea is to scroll to page seven of your work in progress, and take seven lines. Here are mine, from Summer Skin, and I tag anybody who’d like to play. Add yours to the comments or put it up on your own digs and let me know:
Jess took the rest of the stairs two at a time. She peeked around the bottom doorway and then followed the guy down a path that stretched along the back of the next building, heading towards the river. He had an easy, relaxed gait, and she admired his wide shoulders, the muscular triangle of his back. His nice arse. It was a shame more Unity guys didn’t place the same emphasis on being perfect male specimens. A lot of them had gamer shoulders, and were pale, unfit and grungy.
Of course, my seven lines would have to feature a word like ‘arse’. Could have been a lot worse, trust me:) Happy Monday – if you’re driving, I hope you’re against the flow of the traffic. Apropos nothing, here’s the new City Calm Down song, because they’ve got a new album coming out soon and I feel like I’ve been waiting for it forever. xox
Happy Friday. What a week. In the wake of mine, I wanted to share this song because it’s quietly perfect. I love Van She so much, bought their last LP. And I also love Pizza Guy by Touch Sensitive. Apparently Van She are no more (is this true?? someone tell me no!) so the only thing that makes me feel better is this love child born of a tryst between the two of them. (Actually Du Tonc makes me feel better, too – another Van She side project).
I spend so much time considering the cars my characters drive. I love cars. But I am the black sheep of a family who is obsessed with them. My mother is a V8 woman, who drove a ’71 Ford Falcon from 1971 onwards – money was tight/she was kickarse – right up until they were considered fashionable again. One of my brothers is a Ford Fairlane man. My other brother goes for Subarus and Nissan four wheel drives. And I can proudly say that the first home Jace and I purchased together was a vehicle – an old petrol/gas conversion Landcruiser Troop Carrier we called Tony Adams, who took us around Australia without incident, like the trusty old warhorse he was. The fact we sold him is one of my only regrets.
Anyway. Enjoy the song. I’ve put it in Summer Skin (the next book).
Let’s face it – every day is a Florence day. I heard some radio chatter (Triple J – can’t remember who was talking, though) on what’s been released from her upcoming album so far that was crying Regurgitator (liking her old stuff better than her new stuff). I’m sympathetic, but don’t agree. Also, the thing about Florence is that she goes BIG, so even if it wasn’t quite there (not that I’m saying that), it’s still on another level. If it was a first release, they’d be gagging for it.
The other thing is, in terms of big-sound, anthemic, stadium fillers, Florence and the Machine surpass Coldplay, and piss all over bands like U2 and Oasis. But has anyone made those comparisons? (Tell me if I’m wrong, I want to know). You must need a dick for that club.