Writing isn’t like breathing. Writing is grace.

Writing isn’t like breathing. Writing is grace.

Kate Holden, My fourth post – I had intended to write twice as many, in an inspired burst of blogging hyperactivity, but after peaking early in the early 2000s with a regular blog (back in the frowsty old dear days when people said, ‘A what?’) I have never again...
Readers block

Readers block

Kate Holden Ironically it was tonight, a hot, smothering, still Melbourne summer’s night when it’s all I can do to keep my dull eyes fixed on the telly, never mind think about great literature, that I had one of those moments when something true about my life with...
Holding yourself by the throat…

Holding yourself by the throat…

Kate Holden I just heard Richard Ford tell Margaret Throsby on ABC-FM that, in writing, what writers do is make themselves smarter than they really are. He likened the creative process to a crucible, one which was hot and focused, and which made him seem smarter than...
Moving books

Moving books

Kate Holden This post is a little late: the dilatoriness due not to lack of enthusiasm but the fact that I am in the middle of one of life’s cataclysms – moving house. And by ‘moving house’ you know that I, as a writer, primarily mean standing, hands on hips in the...
February blogger – Kate Holden!

February blogger – Kate Holden!

Many thanks to Judith Beveridge for her excellent posts to start the year. This month, out guest blogger is Kate Holden: Kate Holden is the author of In My Skin: A memoir and The Romantic: Italian Nights and Days, both published by Text. For six years she wrote a...