It takes a lot for me to leave my workroom, and the imagined worlds I live in, but I’m always so glad when I do.

So many happy memories have come from coastlines. I recall the first time I ever surfed a wave properly, at Eloura, south of Sydney, not far from where I grew up.

An affinity for bridges started long before Bridge of Clay, but my research definitely solidified it.

I find animals endlessly interesting: their movements, their shapes and habits. All their various attitudes.

A writer will write no matter what, but thank God for a world full of readers.