This is the first thing I saw this morning. Going to sleep in England and waking to catch up on what's happened in Australia while I was sleeping is some kind of time-bending, night-and-day magic. I consequently am like one of those fainting goats that passes out when it startles. Who needs coffee?! God help me, God help the Postie, God help us all when my own copy arrives in the mail.
PS GUM BLOSSOM WRAPPING PAPER FOR BOOKSELLERS!?!
Let's stand for art and our dreams today, wildflowers, with everything our little goat hearts have.
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.