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Hi, I’m Chris McCourt and I’m reading from my novel “The Cleansing of Mahommed” which is being published by Harper Collins in April 2012.

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 “Hi, my name’s Laurie Steed and I’ll be reading from my story “Family” which is from my interlinked collection You Don’t Belong Here. (more…)

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“Hi, I’m Denise Davies and I would like to read from a work in progress entitled Everest Anonymous.

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“Welcome, my name is Serena Parker, and today I’d like to read from the first chapter of my manuscript, titled The Clarity of Distance. (more…)

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“My name’s Kate Gordon and I’m reading from my novel Thyla published by Random House Australia in 2011.
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“Hi, my name’s Lucie Stevens and I’ll be reading an extract from my novel The Grace Stroke.
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“Hi, this is Carol Major reading from a novel in progress called The Stone Hookers. (more…)

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Hello my name is Helen Hagemann. I’m going to read part of a chapter from my novel in progress, The Ozone Cafe.
Outside under the veranda, near a huge Lily Pily with flowers dripping pollen, he pulls out a striped hammock. He can’t quite get his legs in, so he smacks it against the outside post. It whips back and just as he catches it, he notices that the little black bird is back again, chit-chittering and fanning its tail under the shade of the laundry tank. (more…)

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Hello, I’m Belinda Rule, and I’m reading today from my novel in progress, When I first met Martin, which is a working title.

His shape was bulky in the dark, labouring quietly over a chopping board. I went to him and laid my hand on his shoulder, then on his head.
I said, “Let me chop. You fry.” (more…)

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“Hi, it’s Penny Hanley here and I’m going to read from a novel I’ve just rewritten called, Forty Shades of Green, about art and love and a family secret.
This is from Ch 10, An Unfamiliar Sky. In her tiny terrace in the Rocks, Miss Burnside offered Keira some tap water in an old Vegemite jar. Cobwebs draped the room’s corners. They sat at a grubby pine table. Miss Burnside refused to speak with a tape recorder going. She refused to have her picture taken. A pity, thought Keira, because the portrait of a skinny, wrinkled hag glaring from behind round-rimmed, smeary spectacles would have been a good contrast to the previous people she’d interviewed about the Surrealist painter Deirdre Wild. (more…)

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