In an obscure corner of Australia called Woop Woop, things have gone a bit wonky: the laws of nature aren’t obeying themselves anymore and history keeps throwing up chunks of itself that shouldn’t exist.So when the adopted Sing discovers a cryptic, century-old message seemingly addressed directly to her, she and her cousin, Oggi Frogbottom, sneak off to uncover her past.Drawn inexorably into the web of a historic betrayal, they come to understand that nothing is ever black and white; that one person’s witch is someone else’s daughter.The story they uncover seems unbelievable, then again, so do electric seeds, talking mushrooms and vicious attack eyeballs that eat by osmosis.
I was born to parents of German and Hungarian extraction in the northern suburbs of Sydney, Australia, 1973. I was the only kid at school who had brown bread and salami sandwiches.
In 1977, fate decreed that Star Wars would be my first cinematic experience where, I am reliably informed by mum, I kept my mouth shut for the longest stretch of time since learning to speak.
In 1982, the BBC Radiophonic Workshop's updated Dr Who theme wound me to a field in 1991, where a large stack of speakers altered my outlook on life quite significantly.
I inadvertently set aside a potentially promising career in clinical psychology at the University of Sydney to take up a full time job in a record store. I now own and run the offspring of that place -- imaginatively named 'The Record Store'--with a not-silent-enough partner.
I have, at various times, occupied myself as a kitchen hand, retail manager, painter, raver, clotheshorse, DJ, event producer/promoter, electronic music producer, and community activist.
Regarding wordmongery, this is a three-sided coin.
On the reading front, there was an inauspicious beginning--a point blank refusal to read Alice in Wonderland was miraculously reversed by the realisation that Dr Who came in book form also (TV was rationed where I grew up, books not so much).
My brain was then systematically pretzeled by Blyton, Adams, Clarke, Asimov, Heinlein, Dick, Vonnegut, Barker, Stephenson, Banks and Tolkien, among many others.
In terms of technique, I am a bashing gardener--much like Oggi with his stick.
The third side of the proverbial coin is the having of--and partaking in--experiences, as well as the absorption of factual materials in all forms.
I highly recommend all of that last sentence as a lifetime recreational pursuit.
I dig knowledge, curiosity and kindness. I nerd-out frequently and have Aphantasia. If I had an ideology it would comprise of absurdism, humanism, situationism and epicureanism shaken vigorously with a large dash of chilli.