I may as well have a natter about language. For the most part, the language in my novels is Standard Australian English, but I like to playfully push the boundaries due to the fact that children/young adults, and people in general, acquire language skills via the use of playful language. So in Galaxy Trotters I embraced the opportunity to endow the pig-human hybrids with a distinctive brand of  English, piglet- speak, in fact a new pig-English, a pignolect. Now the whole technique stems from this lecturer/teacher I had at NMIT TAFE who taught me to switch language around the way I do. There is an element of gentle humour too,…

    I have just returned from a wonderful stroll along the luxurious lanes of lovely estates where paddocks of ponies graze. What’s more, I enjoyed it extremely because of one particularly important aspect.  Guess what? I have tracky-dacks with long-zip-up-pockets. They even have a smaller key pocket within the longer pocket. The true revolution for women is to do with empowerment! What could be more empowering than clothes with pockets for keys and mobiles? The subtle ways inconvenience disempowers is like a plot in itself! Seriously, is there anything worse than leaving keys and mobiles at home due to lack of pockets? Anything can go wrong. So, you say,…