Dogs are, as Milan Kundera said, our link to paradise. ‘They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace.’
We’ve officially stuck to each other like glue. She cried for ten minutes when I got home from the airport and she realised it was me walking up the front steps. I of course was a picture of calm, totally dry-eyed (read: Christina Yang in Grey’s Anatomy sobbing and wailing, SEDATE ME).
Dorothy really knew her shit: there’s no place like home. And now, after a few days rest together, the magical tornado begins; I’m off to Melbourne, first stop of my first publicity adventure on a pre-book-release mini tour. Eeeep! Here we go, wildflowers!
HOLLY RINGLAND grew up barefoot and wild in her mother's tropical garden on the east coast of Australia. Her interest in cultures and stories was sparked by a two-year journey her family took in North America when she was nine years old, living in a camper van and travelling from one national park to another. In her twenties, Holly worked for four years in a remote Indigenous community in the central Australian desert. Moving to England in 2009, Holly obtained her MA in Creative Writing from the University of Manchester. Her essays and short fiction have been published in various anthologies and literary journals. She now lives between the UK and Australia. To any question ever asked of Holly about growing up, writing has always been the answer.