The months fly by…

This year has been an eventful one for me; it’s hard to believe five months have gone by since my last blog post. But as the year draws to a close, I’ve finally made time to note a few recent milestones for the record.

At the beginning of September, on pretty much the same day my scholarship expired, I finished writing my PhD thesis, consisting of a novel, Mother of Pearl, and an exegesis on the topic of commercial surrogacy between Thailand and Australia. A month or so later, after a final proof read, I formally submitted my thesis (see photo, left). At the time of writing, my PhD thesis is still under examination, so you can’t call me by my Bond villain name, Doctor Savage, just yet. With luck, I’ll know the outcome within the first few months of next year.

In between finishing and submitting my PhD, I managed to find a new job as Director of Writers Victoria, which (as it says in our strategic plan) has the largest membership of any writers centre in Australia, and is the only organisation that works with writers all year round, across all styles and genres, at all stages of their development, and in all parts of Victoria. As someone who has been a passionate advocate for Victorian writers ever since I came to call myself one, I feel as though I’ve done a ten-year apprenticeship for this role without even being aware of it. It’s my dream job (news of my appointment made the online media), and a real privilege to be at the helm of an organisation where I’ve been a member and worked as a tutor for several years. (Above photo shows my predecessor, the exceptional Kate Larsen, passing on the banner to me).

Not realising I would have a job so soon after finishing my PhD, however, I’d already lined up teaching and festival commitments for the second half of the year, which has made the past few months a particularly busy time. These commitments included a session at the Melbourne Writers Festival as part of the schools program, with two brilliant YA authors, Kim Kane and Belinda Murrell (right), where I was accompanied by my Miss Eleven, a big fan of Murrell’s time slip books. I did a session on ‘rural noir’ at the inaugural Ballarat Writers Festival in October, delivered a crime writing workshop for the ACT Writers Centre in Canberra, and taught crime writing classes at my old high school later that month. Teaching crime writing to 15-year-old girls is among the tougher gigs I’ve had, but in the end, I really enjoyed it. I got the sense, too, that the students appreciated having an outlet for their murderous fantasies…

November also found me back at the Word for Word Non-Fiction Festival in Geelong. I’ve had the privilege and pleasure of being involved in this festival since its inauguration in 2014, for the past two years running masterclasses, as well as chairing panels. This year, I conducted a full-day workshop on Writing Essentials, saw Peter Carey give the opening night keynote address, and interviewed the very classy Caroline Baum about her book Only: A Singular Memoir.

My last ‘formal’ gig of the year was to attend a Reading For Good meet up, a book club designed to celebrate female writers around the world. I was thrilled to have my second novel (my personal favourite), The Half-Child, included on the 2017 reading list, where it was in highly esteemed company.

Another very cool thing that happened this year was that my short story, ‘The Odds’ (first published in the Review of Australian Fiction), was selected by UK crime writer Sophie Hannah for inclusion in the anthology Deadlier: 100 Of The Best Crime Stories Written By Women, published by Head of Zeus. As the blurb says, “From Agatha Christie and Daphne du Maurier, to Val McDermid and Margaret Atwood, women writers have long been drawn to criminal acts. Here, award-winning author Sophie Hannah brings together 100 of her favourite examples.” Having my work associated, albeit vicariously, with that of Agatha Christie, Daphne du Maurier, Val McDermid and Margaret Atwood is a career highlight, to put it mildly.

In the midst of all this, Australia voted in favour of marriage equality. I couldn’t see why we needed a plebiscite to deliver just policy in this area, but at least the right result came about in the end (photo at left shows me and my partner of 27 years at one of Melbourne’s Marriage Equality rallies).

An eventful year, as I say.

In the New Year, I will reflect on my reading in 2017. In the meantime, I extend my heartfelt wishes to readers of this blog for a happy, healthy and relaxing festive season.



Emerging Writers’ Festival

Australia DayI recently had the great pleasure of hearing Melanie Cheng speak at the opening of the Emerging Writers Festival. Her speech was just what I needed to hear that night, an exhortation — albeit modest and self-deprecating — to persist with writing, to not let yourself be defeated. I met Melanie later that night and read her award-winning collection of short stories, Australia Day, over the following week. Again, it felt like almost magical timing: Melanie’s thoughtful, often sparkling stories were just what I needed. Since she has blogged her EWF address, I’m taking the opportunity to share it here so that other writers might feel inspired, as I did. I also highly recommend Australia Day for inspiring, beautiful and intelligent writing.

Melanie Cheng

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Last month I had the privilege of speaking at the opening night of the Emerging Writers’ Festival. This is a transcript of my speech.

Thank you Izzy and congratulations Christian, you have a wonderful ride ahead of you. First and foremost I would like to acknowledge the Wurundjeri people who are the traditional custodians of the land on which we have gathered tonight. I pay my respects to Elders past and present and I extend that respect to other Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people who are in attendance tonight.

It’s hard to believe it’s been one year since I stood on this stage and accepted my award. If you had told me in early 2016 that I would have a book coming out in 2017, I never would have believed you. But I never would have believed that Donald Trump would be president of the United States either. Real…

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Crime writing workshop on the beautiful Bellarine Peninsula

A quick update to spread the word that I’ll be running a full-day workshop on crime fiction writing as part of the Arcadian Workshops program on Monday 24 July 2017 from 10am-4pm at Wallington on Victoria’s beautiful Bellarine Peninsula.

Here’s the course blurb:

Crime fiction is generally seen to appeal to readers for its compelling plots, vicarious thrills and flawed characters; and also because, unlike in real life, justice is (usually) served. Combining input with practical writing exercises, this workshop will introduce you to the elements of a thrilling crime read. You’ll learn how to:

  • Find ideas for crime stories
  • Develop convincing characters
  • Plot and structure your story
  • Set a cracking pace

You’ll also be encouraged to think about the kind of crime fiction you like to read and write, and consider broader questions of crime and justice that underpin the genre. A list of recommended crime fiction reading and resources will be provided.

Arcadian Workshops provide, as the website says, ‘beautiful spaces for creative minds’ and it doesn’t get much more beautiful than Quambaloo in Wallington, roughly half-way between Geelong and Queenscliff.

To book, click here. And feel free to share the information with anyone you know who might be interested.

Oh, and in case you’re wondering, yes, I’m still on the home stretch of my PhD. The workshop is scheduled for after my pre-submission seminar on 18 July. Wish me luck!



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National Writers Conference: Murder They Wrote

Melbourne’s annual Emerging Writers Festival (EWF) takes place next month, and I have the great pleasure and privilege of chairing a panel at the EWF centrepiece, the National Writers Conference. As the EWF website puts it, ‘the National Writers’ Conference is the place to be for emerging writers hungry to hear from leaders in the field, develop their skills, and meet other excited word-nerds.’

The session I’m chairing is called ‘Murder They Wrote’ and features – wait for it – authors Melina Marchetta (also a conference ambassador), Jock Serong and Mark Brandi. I’m so damn excited, I could hyperventilate.

Melina Marchetta is, of course, a total legend, an award-winning and renowned author of young adult fiction. Her first foray into crime writing is the gripping novel, Tell the Truth, Shame the Devil (possibly my favourite crime title of the decade), which I’m currently reading.

Jock Serong, as readers of this blog would know, is among my favourite contemporary Australian crime writers. His latest, The Rules of Backyard Cricket, made my list of top reads for 2016, and was also shortlisted for a Victorian Premiers’ Literary Award. His new novel, On the Java Ridge is next on my TBR pile.

Speaking of the Victorian Premiers’ Literary Awards, Mark Brandi’s debut novel, Wimmera, was highly commended as an unpublished manuscript, and won the prestigious UK Crime Writers Association Debut Dagger in 2016. In Wimmera, Mark pulls off the literary crime balance of pace and lyricism, with characters who hung around to haunt me long after I finished the book.

The program blurb for our session is:

Our best crime writers hold a mirror up to society, using crimes to illuminate our darker sides. How does great crime writing teach us fundamental truths about ourselves? Crime writers talk about writing unlikable characters, suspense, violence and deception.

Book tickets here. And check out the entire program for the EWF and National Writers conference here.


What I’m reading

I was recently asked to contribute a post to Meanjin blog Spike, where authors write about what we are reading. It’s worth checking out the series. For my part, it’s all about the PhD at the moment (four months and counting). Here’s an excerpt from the post.

I’ve heard people say that doing a PhD can permanently kill your interest in the topic of your study. Not for me. I had the good fortune to pick a topic where there’s never a dull moment: overseas commercial surrogacy. Six months after I started my PhD, two surrogacy scandals broke in Thailand; one involving abandoned twin Baby Gammy, the other a Japanese businessman alleged to have fathered 19 children by Thai surrogates. This was followed by news of another twin born through surrogacy abandoned by his Australian parents in India. More recently, there was the arrest in Cambodia of an Australian woman accused of falsifying documents in the service of her surrogacy brokerage business.

Like I say, never a dull moment.

My PhD in PIC_the handmaids taleCreative Writing comprises a creative work—a novel about surrogacy—and an academic component, which includes discussion of other novels about surrogacy. Again, I feel lucky, as my topic has introduced me to some terrific reads.

I started with Margaret Atwood’s canonical 1986 dystopian novel The Handmaid’s Tale, though re-reading Atwood’s book in a world in which wealthy women pay poor women to carry babies for them and the US President surrounds himself with religious fundamentalists who seek to curb women’s reproductive choices makes the novel seem not so much dystopian as disturbingly prophetic.

Read the rest of the post here.



Kill your darlings

In the lead up to the crime writing workshop that I’m giving this weekend in Castlemaine, I did the following Q&A with Writers Victoria, reproduced here with permission.

Photo: Joanna Sheather

By: Angela Savage interviewed by Nicola Wetzel

For Angela Savage, great crime writing depends on pacing and suspense. WV intern Nicola Wetzel interviewed Angela ahead of her Crime writing workshop in partnership with the Castlemaine State Festival to find out more.

You won the 2004 Victorian Premier’s Award for an Unpublished Manuscript. How has winning this award affected your writing life?

Winning the Victorian Premier’s Award changed everything for me: one of the judges was a senior editor at Text Publishing and she made an offer on the manuscript not long after the awards ceremony. I submitted a seventh draft to the Awards, and it went through another four drafts after I signed with Text. But it was worth it to realise my dream of becoming a published author.

What do you want readers to feel after reading your crime stories?

I want my readers to feel empathy with the characters, transported by the story and dazzled by the writing. This applies no matter what genre I am writing in. When it comes specifically to crime fiction, I hope readers will also reflect on the ideas of justice that I write about.

How do you create your crime characters? Do you base them on people you meet, or through other forms of research?

I try not to base my characters on real people, though I might borrow small details from real life: a look or gesture, a turn of phrase or manner of speech, sometimes an encounter. For example, there’s a scene in my second novel, The Half-Child, where Australian PI Jayne Keeney plays pool with a couple of US Marines in Thailand, which is heavily based on a journal entry I made after playing pool with a group of US Marines in Hanoi in 1996.

How do you keep your readers in suspense?

Ways to heighten tension in crime fiction include: throwing obstacles in your protagonist’s path; putting them in harm’s way; killing off a character; raising doubts about the reliability of a character; and the use of red herrings (distractions) and plot twists. Suspense is also created by showing rather than telling the reader what is happening, leaving it to their imagination to fill in the blanks. Implied violence – or the aftermath of violence – can often be more terrifying than violence described in graphic detail. I’ve used all these techniques and more in my own novels to keep readers in suspense. I’ve also learned to ‘kill your darlings’ to maintain tension and pace.

What are you working on at the moment?

(*Smiles sheepishly and shuffles feet*) My current work in progress is not crime fiction but a literary novel about commercial surrogacy between Australia and Thailand, which I am writing as part of a PhD in Creative Writing. That said, I still find myself drawn to plotting techniques — rising tension, false leads, a climactic ‘big reveal’ — that I associate with crime writing.

About Angela Savage

Angela Savage is a Melbourne writer who has lived and worked extensively in Asia. She won the 2004 Victorian Premier’s Award for Unpublished Manuscript, and the 2011 Scarlet Stiletto Award for short crime fiction. All three of her Jayne Keeney PI novels have been shortlisted for Ned Kelly Awards. Angela teaches creative writing and is currently studying for her PhD in Creative Writing at Monash University.

About Nicola Wetzel

Nicola Wetzel is a Writers Victoria Intern from Heidelberg, Germany. She studies Public Management at Hochschule Kehl and through this internship she wants to gain new experiences in what it’s like to work in a not-for-profit organisation.

About Writers Victoria

Writers Victoria supports and connects all types of writers at all stages of their writing careers. Find out more about our courses and workshops, magazine, mentorships or manuscript assessments, how we can provide inspiration, information or advice, or how to become part of a vibrant literary community as a member of Writers Victoria.

If you’re a writer in Victoria, you need to be part of Writers Victoria. Period.


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An American in Paris, an Australian in America


Me & Jodie, Notre Dame Cathedral, Paris, 1985

Within a couple of months of finishing high school, at the tender age of 18, I left my home in Melbourne, Australia, and flew to Paris, France, to take up a job as an au pair. After my first month away, I was desperately lonely and wanted to go home. My mother convinced me to give it another week and then, if I still felt the same way, she would arrange for my return. The following day, I met three women who changed my life. The first two were sista-Australians, Harriet and Anne, whom I met when all three of us were in the process of enrolling at the Alliance Française. The third was an American called Jodie, who approached us in a nearby café when she overheard us speaking English.

Over the following six weeks, Harriet, Anne, Jodie and I became inseparable, keeping each other buoyant as we stumbled and bumbled our ways around a new language and culture, tough (for some) jobs, love affairs (for some), occasional bouts of homesickness, and the rush of freedoms previously unknown. Our picnics by the Seine involved bread, cheese, chocolate, cheap wine and Broadway musicals. We went to movies and cheap restaurants, and hit the galleries on Mondays when it was free. After one memorable visit to the Louvre, we wrote to each other on postcards of The Three Graces, fantasising about imagined futures.

When the baby was born in the family I was working with, I was charged with taking the three-year-old and six-year-old to stay with their relatives in a castle in the countryside. Jodie came along for the ride, because who can resist staying overnight in a French chateau. There was another night, too, that I remember: a night of secrets shared as the sun set, a new light emerging from the darkness.

On Jodie’s last night in Paris, we took a bateau mouche along the Seine river and went to dinner at Chartier, if I remember correctly (which is still going strong).


Me & Jodie, Cathedral Rock, Sedona, USA

We kept in touch, often at first, then less frequently, until we lost touch altogether. But thanks to the internet – to this blog, in fact – we reconnected again in 2009. We’d both partnered and had daughters. In some ways, we were both still trying to introduce the girls we were in 1985 to the women we have become.

When she found out recently that I was coming to the USA for the first time for the conference in Phoenix, Jodie wrote saying, ‘You’ve never been this close.’ ‘Close’ was still a three-hour flight from Seattle. But she made it happen. On 20 Feb this year, we met again for the first time in 32 years, at Phoenix Airport. Jodie was so excited, we came very close to leaving the terminal without her suitcase! We jumped straight in a hire car and Jodie drove us to Sedona, talking all the way, laughing at our attempts to catch up on 32 years. In Sedona, we walked to Cathedral Rock, before returning to our hotel to keep talking over red wine and Wild Turkey bourbon (Jodie’s tribute to our Thelma and Louise-inspired road trip), eventually falling asleep to the sounds of Oak Creek outside our balcony.


At Monument Valley

Tuesday we visited Monument Valley, a 13-hour round trip that took us through six climate zones, into the heart of the sovereign Navajo Nation, which we are fortunate to be permitted to visit: our guide told us the decision to open Monument Valley to tourism was won by a single vote, and there are still members of the community who would see us as invaders (with just cause, given what is transpiring at Standing Rock as I write). Despite our loquacious tour guide, we managed to keep talking, silenced only by the majesty of the landscape that unfolded once we reached our destination. No amount of movies (and I watched a lot of them in the lead-up to my visit) could prepare me for the sheer scale of Monument Valley, its vistas and its silence.

img_9799We spent Wednesday and Thursday at the Grand Canyon. I should note that Jodie had never been to Arizona before either, so both of us were experiencing these wonders for the first time. Coming upon the Grand Canyon felt, for both of us, as though we’d arrived on another planet. It took several hours for my eyes and mind to adjust to depths and breadths in my field of vision that I had simply never known before. I was struck dumb with awe: as a writer, it was a shock to be so continually lost for words. We visited several points along the south rim, watching cloud shadows dance over rocks shaped like temples. At sunset, we ventured a little way down into the canyon along the Bright Angel Trail, before the wind chill sent us to our hotel room for more conversation, wine and Wild Turkey.

Overnight snow put paid to our plans to trek the Kaibab Trail on Thursday morning. We ‘settled’ instead for walking the entire south rim trail; as we kept saying, every choice we had was good. We talked, paused to take photos, held each other when we slipped on the ice. We had several close encounters with elk, saw a flock of bright blue pinyon jays and spotted a condor on our westward walk. When it looked like we risked missing our tour bus back to Sedona, a couple from Minnesota came to our rescue, driving us back to the village.

img_9956Friday we returned to Phoenix to meet Jodie’s 16-year-old daughter, Caroline, who flew in from Seattle to spend the weekend. Jodie treated us to a wonderful hotel in Phoenix, and thanks to a great tip from an Uber driver, we ended up at a fabulous Mexican restaurant, Los Olivos, for dinner. Caroline retired early, leaving Jodie and to to keep talking…until 2 in the morning.

To say it was as if the past 32 years hadn’t happened would be trite: we’ve both been through major rites of passage since we last met. As the mother of teenagers, who has also lost both her parents, Jodie has walked tough paths that still lie ahead of me. I am grateful for what she shared with me this past week, and for the benefit of her wisdom and experience.

But to rekindle what was a significant friendship 32 years ago, and experience the intimacy and joy of that friendship all over again… Again, I am lost for words. ‘Gift’ comes to mind. Likewise ‘grace’. Words with religious connotations that make me squirm, but that go some way towards describing how precious this past week has been.

img_9814Thirty-two years seems like a long time between drinks. But as Jodie pointed out, when you’re in a landscape among rocks that are 1,840 million years old, it puts things in perspective.

I don’t usually blog about stuff as personal as this, but I’ve chosen to do so for two reasons: to thank all those back in our respective homes who encouraged and supported Jodie and me to spend this past week together; and to encourage anyone reading this who has a friend they miss to make the time to reconnect.

Life is short. Seize the day. Seize a whole week if you can.

As for me and Jodie, we’re already planning our next reunion.

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