Briefly tell us about your book.
A Room Called Earth is 24 hours inside the mind of a dynamic young woman who goes to a party in Melbourne on Christmas Eve. She encounters different people, animals, places, and things. Toward the end of the night she connects with someone in a more intimate way, and she invites them deeper into her world.
She is mysterious, insightful, contradictory, and passionate…
Definitely someone worth spending time with.
If I looked at your internet history, what would it reveal about you?
My internet history would reveal my dreams, my desires, my fortune, my stars, and whatever I’m putting into – and onto – my body on any given day.
It contains a zillion DuckDuckGo searches regarding the opening hours of cafes in Melbourne and around regional Victoria. I’m always looking for the coffee machine that’s operating until (at least) 4PM. I keep AstroStyle and Tarot Goddess open in my tabs. Scrolling through IMDBPro is a regular occurrence, as is filling my cart on The Lab Organics’ website with beauty products that are both ingestible, and applicable. Like, activated charcoals for my water bottle, and nourishing body lotions.
What are you hoping the reader will take away from reading your book?
A sense of belonging. An understanding that the individual experience is a universal experience. Perhaps a newfound appreciation for their thoughts, feelings, sensations, memories, yearnings, and even the most fleeting of encounters with others.
Who are some of your favourite authors? Or favourite books?
For the past decade or so I’ve been reading self-help and spirituality books: Eckhart Tolle, Louise Hay, Dr. Christiane Northrup, Dan Millman, Terry Cole-Whittaker, David Hawkins, Marianne Williamson, and more. Prior to that I read a lot of classic literature and more mainstream fiction. I studied literature and creative writing at uni, and I grew up around books. However, I have a tendency to mimic. So. In order to create my own voices, and worlds, I needed to move away from those created by others.
Although, just recently, I tentatively started reading a bit of fiction again: Dostoyevsky’s Demons and I’m really enjoying it.
Are you able to switch off at the end of a day of writing? If so, how?
No. I never switch off !
Not when I’m sleeping. Not when I’m meditating. Not when I’m watching TV. Not when I’m in the bath. Not when I’m reading. I can slow down, maybe, but I can’t stop. My mind, and my heart, are always on-the-go.
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