Well, as usual the days, weeks and months have somehow slipped away from me since my last blog in early May.
Covid-19 lock-down restrictions have eased quite a lot here in Queensland for which we are very grateful, but elsewhere in Australia, and particularly Victoria, things aren’t going quite so well.
In the meantime, here’s what’s been happening in our neck of the woods …
1. School visits have begun to slowly resume. Recently I’ve enjoyed speaking to students face to face at Sheldon College, Ipswich Girls Grammar and Brisbane Bayside State College (displays below). (Oh and I’ve also started-up a side-business as a contract killer.)
2. I’ve managed to do some (but not enough) reading. I really need to cut back on Netflix and Stan!
3. I’ve also sent a few more messages out via mikemail*.
*mikemail – where new and old technologies combine for very average results!
4. And I made a number of book and author videos for different people.
5. I was also very pleased to see that the ranks of PEG-PEOPLE continues to expand rapidly thanks to the talented Year 8s at Woodcroft College.
Top effort Woodcroftians!
If any other schools have created PEG-PEOPLE please send photos.
6. And with some of the Covid-19 restrictions lifted my wife and I have tried to get out and about more both for our own sanity and also to inject a bit of money into struggling businesses in South-East Queensland. How lucky are we to live in such a beautiful part of Australia?
7. Finally I’m sorry to say that I’ve been doing little or no writing. Hopefully this will change in the very near future.
So until the next blog, stay safe and positive everyone and do whatever you can to help keep everyone safe around you.
‘What have you been doing to occupy yourself during the lockdown?’ I hear you ask from an acceptable distance.
Well, simple answer, ‘Not much.’
But perhaps the devil is in the detail as they say.
1. So first up you’ll be happy to know that I’ve been keeping my social-distance from people. You’ll be especially happy I’m sure if you were one of those people.
2. I revamped our bird box to discourage Indian Mynahs from bullying their way in and I’ve returned it to the backyard. I expect a flock of pale-headed rosellas to be fighting over it any minute now. Position! Position! Position!
3. I discovered that everything looks much better if you spray it with chrome paint. You should see my face. I’m absolutely glowing!
4. I sent a few messages out to various people. (Although they tell me there’s this thing called email now that everyone reckons will be big.)
5. Over on my Facebook page (Michael Gerard Bauer Author – feel free to LIKE it!) I’ve been working my way through Ishmael and the Hoops of Steel and posting daily quotes and photos. Is one of the signs of boredom/insanity that you start re-reading your own books?
6. I’ve been walking most days but I’ve been getting the terrible feeling that I’m being watched. It’s almost more than I can bear! (But just look how trim my wife and I are now.)
7. I cut opened an avocado and it was so perfect and aesthetically pleasing that naturally I got very excited and took a photo of it and posted it on every form of social media I could think of. Toast + butter + vegemite + avocado = Food of the Gods. You can thank me later.
8. And of course like most other people I’ve been taking photographs of myself in the bathroom where the sunlight filters through the blinds and falls in bright stripes across my face. I was quite pleased with the result. And I’m hoping my eyesight will eventually return.
So yeah, nothing to be worried about here. Thanks again for asking. I think I’m coping pretty well. Apparently the lockdown is getting to some people …
PS: And in WRITING NEWS I actually finished writing something (more about this hopefully in future blogs) AND I got my first look at the beautiful cover of the CHINESE language edition of THE RUNNING MAN which will be available there soon courtesy of GUOMAI CULTURE & MEDIA.
I have such fond memories of my trip to China in 2015 visiting three schools which I wrote about in Blog 87 and Blog 88.
Well, my aim at the start of this year was to do AT LEAST a blog a month, so because this is just my third blog, I’m assuming/pretending that it must still be March – hey otherwise I’d be pathetically behind already and that just doesn’t sound like me, right?
Of course the world has changed dramatically since my last post.
Luckily my wife and I got in a couple of trips to Melbourne to see our daughter, son-in-law and our new beautiful granddaughter before all the chaos began.
During our vists to Victoria we went to …
The Australian Open …
The National Gallery of Victoria …
The Melbourne Aquarium …
and Hall’s Gap …
I also managed to get in a few school author visits in February (Hi to everyone at Sherwood Primary School, The Gap High School, Marist Ashgrove and Brisbane State High) before everything went virus-shaped.
Then of course SOCIAL DISTANCING became a thing …
… and finally it was LOCKDOWN and STAY AT HOME time.
So since then I’ve read a few good books …
… and been working my way through an extensive house tidying/organising list.
In WRITING NEWS – I haven’t been doing much writing at all really but I do have a YA novel and a couple of picture book projects that I need to get back to soon.
In the meantime I was really pleased to see the complete ISHMAEL TRILOGY become available in German language audio form thanks to the wonderful Horcompany …
… and to receive some Turkish editions of RODNEY LOSES IT!
I also made an embarassing video as part of the online announcement of the 2020 CBCA SHORTLISTS. You can see it HERE – if you dare.
Finally I was saddened to hear of the death of legendary Australian poet BRUCE DAWE. I had the pleasure and honour of meeting him once.
As an English teacher I loved using his poems in class and in my first novel THE RUNNING MAN there is a reference to his brilliant and powerful poem HOMECOMING which is about bodies being sent back home from the Vietnam war.
telegrams tremble like leaves from a wintering tree and the spider grief swings in his bitter geometry – they’re bringing them home, now, too late, too early.
Homecoming – Bruce Dawe
Stay home (as much as humanly possible). Stay safe.
Besides being an award-winning author (PM’s Award 2011 for Shake a Leg), story-teller, actor, sportsman, model, film-maker, musician, DJ, basketball player/coach, public speaker, educator, Australian of the Year Nominee (2020), Master’s Games silver medallist and passionate promoter of Aboriginal culture, Boori hasn’t done much with his life is one of the most generous and beautiful people you could hope to meet.
Well it’s 2020 and I can’t believe most of January is gone already. Could everyone just slow down a bit till I catch my breath!
I did a quick check and saw that in 2019 I only managed 7 blogs in total. 7! That’s pretty dismal even by my appallingly low standards. This year my goal is AT LEAST a blog a month. Ideally I’d like to get to 20. Yes I’m aiming for the stars and hoping to hit the moon! (More likely I’ll just skewer some poor unfortunately soul who happens to be passing by.)
I’ve also set myself another reading challenge. Last year my target was a very modest 30 books. But I know you’ll be impressed to hear that I actually managed an even more modest 20 books. (Perhaps I should stop sounding out all the letters when I read?)
Anyway as a quick recap, here’s what I read in 2019.
And my favourite? Markus Zusak’s Bridge of Clay.
This year I’m doing a 20 for 2020 reading challenge which I’ll hopefully smash. I’m also making it my Year of Indigenous Reading so I’m aiming for at least half the books I read to be either written by Indigenous writers or to be about Indigenous history and/or culture.
I’ve already made a start. My first book for 2020 was Bruce Pascoe’s remarkable Dark Emu. What a great way to kick off my reading year. Every Australian should read this book. It’s so brilliant to hear that the ABC will be doing a TV series based on it.
As for my writing goals for 2020, they include finishing off the manuscript for the serious YA novel that was the basis of my Queensland Writers Fellowship (still a way to go) as well as completing a new picture book text. If I can do those two things I’ll be more than happy.
Of course I can’t talk about the new year without mentioning the horrendous bushfires that have engulfed and destroyed large areas of Australia in the past months resulting in a devasting loss of property, lives, natural habitat and wildlife. When they speak of animal losses in the billions it is heart-breaking and overwhelming.
We all – Australia and the world – have to do so much better in taking care of our planet and counter-acting Climate Change.
So it is a strange and somewhat bitter irony that one of the great moments of joy I’ve had this year was when I spotted a wild koala in a reserve of native busland that is part of my regular walk.
I was born and I’ve lived in this area of Brisbane most of my life and I never in my wildest dreams imagined there were koalas anywhere near here. Apparently there’s a small group.
I can’t tell you how happy I was the day I spotted this little guy so close to where I live.
Of course the greatest joy of 2020 is that for the first time in our lives, my wife and I get to start a year as doting grandparents!
Our first grandchild was born towards the end of last year in September and I’m sure you will be shocked and surprised to hear that she is smartest and most beautiful little girl in the entire world. (It’s true. You can fact-check it if you like.)
That’s it. My blogging for 2020 is off and running.
Hope you all had a lovely Christmas filled with family and friends and that 2020 pans out just as you would want it to.
PS: If there’s anything in particular anyone would like me to blog about – eg books I’ve written, reading, writing in general, being an author, influences, why my modelling career never took off etc etc – or if you have a question you’d like me to answer, please post in the comments. Love to hear from you and it could help me achieve my 2020 blogging goal.
My YA novel The Things That Will Not Stand had its genesis in two thoughts that came to me one day when I was taking one of my regular walks around the neighbourhood.
One was a memory from my Uni of Queensland days of being in the foyer of the Schonell Picture Theatre and hoping that a particular person I knew might come through a set of doors and join me.
The second thought was about writing a story which took place over just one day.
That was an idea that immediately appealed to me. I knew it would be a challenge but it would also be a gift because it would free me to focus just on the characters and their immediate interactions without having all the rest of their lives to worry too much about.
In the end I used both thoughts and wrote a kind of love letter to my Uni of Qld days and the places there that held special memories for me.
It’s quite bizarre and amazing now, to think that those two day-dreaming thoughts that drifted into my head as I auto-piloted my way around Enoggera and Ashgrove, would eventually lead me to Parliament House Canberra and a hand-shake with the Prime Minister.
The life of a writer is nothing if not unpredictable!
Of course it took quite a while for those early random thoughts to join a thousand other thoughts, sort themselves out and weave their way into a story. Then for that story to struggle its way to a final manuscript, and for that final manuscript to arrive in the hands of Clare Hallifax publisher at Scholastic Australia/Omnibus Books who would end up liking it enough (thank god!) to decide to publish it.
Publication occurred in 2018 and like every author whether they admit it or not, I desperately wanted people to like the book and for them to write and say nice things about it.
But you can never write a book that everyone loves. Nobody can. The two and one star reviews on Goodreads that every book receives will quickly tell you that.
The best you can hope is that your book will find its own dedicated and sympathetic readership. What I like to call its TRIBE. An audience of like-minded readers who feel a strong connection to a particular book because they’ve found something in the story or the characters that speaks to who they are and the things they hold dear A book with a story that beats along with their heart.
The dedication of The Things That Will Not Stand says that it’s, ‘One for the Dudeists and the dreamers.‘. And I think that pretty much sums up the book’s tribe. They’re a motley crew, but I like them. A lot. They’re possibly hopeless romantics which of course makes them people after my own hopelessly romantic heart.
Fortunately for me it turns out that some of TTTWNS TRIBE include important people who make some big decisions when it comes to books.
People like the good folk at the International Youth Library in Germany who did me the great honour of selecting TTTWNS for the 2019 WHITE RAVENS CATALOGUE.
This catalogue is produced annually by the International Youth Library in Germany whose language specialists select ‘books of international interest that deserve a wider reception’ based on ‘their universal theme and/or their exceptional and often innovative artistic and literary style and design’. The 2019 catalogue features 200 titles from around the world. My book Don’t Call Me Ishmael was lucky enough to be selected as a White Raven in 2007.
Luckily for me, other TTTWNS Tribe members turned out to be the Judges for the 2019 PRIME MINISTER’S LITERARY AWARDS who decided that TTTWNS was worthy enough to make their shortlist.
And what a shortlist to find myself on!
I’d read and loved every one of the other amazing books.
So my reaction to The Things That Will Not Stand making the PM’s shortlist was, ‘I’m so happy and proud to be on this list with these other brilliant authors, but of course it follows I’ve got little or no chance of winning.’
(Ironically – since I think he’s a genius and I love CICADA and everything else he’s ever done – the only person I thought I might have a better chance of winning than, was Shaun Tan – and that was only because I thought Cicada didn’t really fit in that well with the YA category.)
With so many brilliant Young Adult books being written in Australia these days (especially by a rapidly expanding field of awesome female authors) if you are selected for any YA shortlist in this country you should consider yourself seriously fortunate.
I would hate to be a judge. My shortlist would stretch on forever!
On the day before the announcement of the winners my wife and I were flown from Brisbane to the Nation’s capital and be put up overnight at the beautiful and grand Hyatt Hotel.
Then the following morning, October 23rd, it was off to Parliament House and the official awards ceremony with the delightful and multi-talented Annabel Crabb as our formidable and funny MC.
The Prime Minister Scott Morrison was also in attendence. From time to time. That was because during his speech the PM had to leave and return twice when the bells rang and he was required to vote in a division in the House of Reps. (In his absences Annabel declared herself acting PM, a development which was roundly applauded by all present.)
First up all the shortlisted authors were presented with our shortlist medallions.
And then it was time for the announcement of the winners.
Drum roll, please!
I think I went into slight shock when The Things That Will Not Stand was read out as the winning book in the YA category. I was honestly prepared to hear any name but my own. I could hardly get the words out during my ill-prepared speech. Anyone who was there on the day can confirm my faltering voice and stunned mullet appearance throughout.
And if you want physical proof of how little confidence I had in winning, all the other winners delivered eloquent speeches read from neatly typed A4 pages …
… while my don’t-worry-too-much-about-it-since-I’ll-never-have-to-deliver-it–anyway speech sadly looked like this:
But it wasn’t a complete disaster.
~ I did manage to thank all the people who really deserved to be thanked – the Fed Gov, the Judges, Scholastic Australia/Omnibus Books, my publisher Clare Hallifax and my incredible couldn’t-do-it-without-her editor Celia Jellett.
~ I also acknowlegded what a true honour it was to be on the same shortlist as Shaun, Karen, Clare and Sharon and their wonderful books.
~ I took the opportunity to give a heartfelt and sincere plug for YOUNG ADULT LITERATURE in general, describing it as among the most diverse and powerful you can read and encouraging everyone present to do so.
~ And I finished by thanking the Coen Brothers, The Big Lebowski and the Dudemeister himself Jeff Bridges for helping inspire my book. And my wife Adriana for inspiring everything else in my life.
A pretty good ending at least.
WHAT A DAY! Thanks to everyone who sent their messages of congratulations and kind words my way either in person or via email or on social media. I am grateful for each and every one of them.
The end of June is rapidly approaching and by now I had planned that I would have completed the first draft of the 50-60,000 word YA novel that was the basis of my Queensland Writers Fellowship application.
Well, as it stands, I’m not quite there yet, but at least I think you’d have to agree, I have made a very promising start …
Of course there have been many other things that have filled my time and occupied my mind since my last post in April.
These included, but were not restricted to:
# READING and enjoying these books …
# ATTENDING a May Gibbs Childrens Literature Trust talk by resident Brisbane Fellow Shivaun Plozza (Frankie; Tin Heart) where she informed and entertained us all explaining her current YA writing projects …
# SPEAKING to a bunch of lovely teachers and teacher-libarians about The Things That Will Not Stand at a RIVERBEND BOOKS Bookclub evening …
# SIGNING copies of The Things That Will Not Stand at AVID READER’S Where The Wild Things Are bookshop …
# ATTENDING the launch of Megan’s Daley’s wonderful book Raising Readers at St Aidan’s College and meeting up with Chris Bongers (Intruders, Dust) and Trisha Buckley (Children’s and YA literature Guru) …
# HAVING Rodney Loses It! being shortlisted for the 2019 YABBA/KOALA/KROC Children’s Choice awards in the Picture Storybook category and also having it secure a future publication in CHINA …
# POSING with various forms of vegetation in various locations …
# BECOMING a Reading Champion for HOOK INTO BOOKS an initiative of the Youth+ Foundation which is a charitable trust focused on supporting vibrant and innovative responses to provide equitable educational access for some of Australia’s most diverse and complex young people.
# AND FINALLY and sadly, fare-welling the first friend I ever made outside my own family.
It was a friendship that started on my first day of grade one when I was sitting alone on the edge of the playground at morning tea break because I was shy and didn’t know anyone and a pixie-faced boy with sticky-out ears just like mine, tapped me on the shoulder and said, “You can play with us if you want.”
There are some moments in your life that you never forget.
I visited some terrific schools – Padua College, Mitchelton State School, Mt Gravatt SHS, Marist College Ashgrove and Taabinga State School (below) – and spoke to lots of great kids.
I went to Melbourne with my wife where we spent a wonderfully varied few days with our daughter and son-in-law going to Aami Park to see the footy (next time Broncos!), having a close encounter with giraffes, taking in the amazing Escher exhibition at the NGV and flying to the moon and back at Science Works.
I had a fun time and caught up with some fabulous authors and illustrators at Somerset STORYFEST on the Gold coast. (Below with Felice Arena, Oliver Phommavanh, Bren MacDibble, Cath Crowley, Jane Caro, Kim Kane and Fiona Wood.)
I managed to find time to read and enjoy these books.
Are there certain songs, that when you hear them, they magically transport you back to another time and place?
If your immediate response to that question is – ‘What? How did you know that about me? Are you some kind of a mind-reader or possibly an habitual Peeping-Tom? – then READ ON!
(NB: If your immediate response to that question is – ‘Huh? No way! What sort of a clown would even say such a thing? Are you on drugs?” – then ok, maybe this post isn’t for you.)
Well the thing is, there are quite a few songs that do that to me. I like to call them TARDIS SONGS after the time machine/space craft thingy in Doctor Who.
Now Tardis Songs don’t have to be your favourite tunes. In fact, you might be heartily sick of them. But still, every time you hear one, they temporarily remove you from where you are and transport you somewhere else, where the hearing of that tune is permanently embedded in your memory.
Sometimes it’s to a very specific place or incident. Sometimes it’s to a more general ‘time’ or period in you life.
Anyway, here are FIVE OF MY TOP TARDIS SONGS in no particular order. (Although I just know that I’ll think of heaps more, and better ones, the second after I hit POST on this blog!)
Over bridge of sighs To rest my eyes in shades of green Under dreaming spires To Itchycoo Park, that’s where I’ve been
(What did you do there?) I got high (What did you feel there?) well, I cried (But why the tears there?) tell you why It’s all too beautiful, it’s all too beautiful It’s all too beautiful, it’s all too beautiful
Time travel destination: This song just drips of the 60s for me and that’s exactly where it takes me. Back to a time when I was on the verge of becoming a teenager and it was all about peace and love, hope and change, flowers and psychedelic colours, flares and long hair. (Except for those unfortunate sods like me who attended a strict ‘short back and sides’ Catholic boys school! See photo below.)
Whenever I hear this song I’m back there, when the world seemed to be heading for a bright future … and it was ‘all too beautiful’.
Photo: Sadly no fashionably-long 60s hair for me in this shot taken in front of our famous Monstera deliciosa. Or for the next 8 long (except in terms of hair of course) years as it turned out. Had to wait till the 70s for that.
Don’t know what I’m smiling about in that shot! One day I might work up the courage and strength to blog about this traumatic hair-deprived period in my life. (Is my bitterness still showing?)
So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin You’re waiting for someone to perform with And don’t you know that it’s just you, hey Jude, you’ll do The movement you need is on your shoulder
Time travel destination: This song takes me right back to when I first heard it. It was a time when music wasn’t instantly available like it is these days, a time when the only way you could hear a song is if you actually bought the record or knew someone who had a copy of it or it was played on the radio.
It’s a Saturday morning, I’m probably 12 or 13 and I’m hanging around our old radiogram excitedly waiting for the DJ to keep his promise and play the Beatles’ new record for the first time on Brisbane radio. The Beatles were like Gods to me. Still are.
Then finally it starts and Paul’s beautiful, clear voice kicks in and for the next seven minutes or so, my mind is officially blown. (I had a similar ‘mind blown’ experience when I first heard Dylan’s Like a Rolling Stone come blasting out of those same speakers.)
Because the station was playing Hey Jude on high rotation every fifteen minutes or so, I hung around our radiogram all morning. Could not get enough of it.
I’m remain a Beatles’ tragic to this day. I still think that the world was a better, more exciting and more hopeful place when those four guys were together.
Photo: You can see the radiogram I’m talking about in this early photo of me with my mum Elsie (holding our vinyl copy of Oklahoma) and my two big sisters Cath and Helen. (Don’t know where big brother Rob got to.)
This is in the corner of the lounge room of our family home. That spot was later taken up by our very first TV and the radiogram was shuffled off to the dining room to the left. And that’s where it was the day Hey Jude first flowed from its speakers and implanted itself forever in my heart and brain.
And just to complete the Hey Jude circle, many years later in 2017 at Suncorp Stadium in Brisbane I finally achieved my dream of seeing at least one Beatle live and I got to sing along with Paul McCartney performing this …
LONG AS I CAN SEE THE LIGHT – Creedence Clearwater Rival
Guess I’ve got that old travelin’ bone ‘Cause this feeling won’t leave alone But I won’t, won’t Be losin’ my way Long as I can see the light.
Time travel destination: It’s the 70s now and I’m sitting opposite my cousin Steve who is also my best friend at the time and we’re downstairs in the rumpus room at his parents’ house playing our guitars and singing together.
Whenever we played guitars, either just by ourselves, or with family members as an audience, this Creedence song from their Cosmos Factory album, always gets an airing.
Photo: Sadly I don’t have any photos of Steve and me playing guitars when we were young but here’s a shot of us about to depart on a (very bizarre and eventful) road trip from Brisbane to Albury/Wodonga on the NSW/VIC border.
We would have gone further but that’s as far as we got before we ran short of money. Then when Steve started seriously considering hunting water-fowl with a sharpened stick for food, we figured it was probably time to quickly head home before we started recreating scenes from Lord of the Flies.
As you can see, after I left school I was finally able to grow my hair longer. I just wasn’t able to stop it! (Loved that Datsun 1000 with the column gear change with all my heart!)
(And just a little music-trivia about that trip. The car had no radio and all we had to play music on was a small portable cassette player which we balanced on the front seat. We only had two cassette tapes which we played constantly. One was a Blues tape the other was The Beatles White Album. The White Album was a double album but we only had the first cassette.
It was years later that I finally discovered that the famous Beatles White Album had a whole second half I wasn’t aware of!)
Thanks for the joy that you’ve given me I want you to know I believe in your song And rhythm and rhyme and harmony You’ve helped me along, makin’ me strong
Oh, give me the beat boys and free my soul I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Time travel destination: I’m a student at the University of Queensland in the 70s. The watering hole of choice for me and my friends is the beautiful Regatta Hotel. And this is where this song transports me.
Usually we’re somewhere out on the street-level veranda, but sometimes we gather in the indoor lounge area where there’s a jukebox. I think it cost something like 40 cents to play a song. Being impoverished uni students, money is tight and must be invested wisely.
So what you want when it comes to choosing a tune from the jukebox, is not just a good song that everyone likes and can sing along to, but one that gives you value for money i.e. is reasonably long. At 4.15 minutes Drift Away covers both criteria and is a popular and regular choice.
See her how she flies Golden sails across the sky Close enough to touch But careful if you try Though she looks as warm as gold The moon’s a harsh mistress The moon can be so cold
Time travel destination: This always takes me back to being a young father when my daughter Meg and son Joe were little in the late 80s and early 90s.
At night when they were tucked into bed this was one of the songs my wife and I often sang to them as a lullaby. Another favourite was Joe Cocker’s You Are So Beautiful. I doubt either of us ever quite matched Joe Cocker’s standards, but Meg and Joe never complained so that’s something at least.
Of course I sometime wonder if Meg and Joe just pretended to go to sleep in order to stop us singing …
But seriously, what are the chances of that?
Got any Tardis tunes and destinations of your own you’d like to share with me?