Writer and mother

When people ask how progress is going on my next book, I should show them thisThe distraction in the study photo in my defence. I mean, how can I possibly get any writing done when my desk (the one on the right) is such a mess!

Of course, the real reason for my slow progress on the sequel to Behind the Night Bazaar is the small person in pink featured in this photo. Here she has managed to insert herself between her father’s desk and mine and is banging on the table with a pen whilst singing at full voice. Much as I would love to be writing more (fiction), I also cherish the time I have with her–the classic quandry of a writer and mother.

I don’t usually blog about my daughter but I’m making an exception with this post, partly because it’s unrealistic to write about being a writer without occasional reference to life as a mother; and partly in honour of her recent first birthday. Happy Birthday, gorgeous girl!

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About Angela Savage

Angela Savage is a Melbourne-based crime writer, who has lived and travelled extensively in Asia. Her first novel, Behind the Night Bazaar won the 2004 Victorian Premier's Literary Award for an unpublished manuscript. She is a winner of the Scarlet Stiletto Award and has thrice been shortlisted for Ned Kelly awards. Her third novel, The Dying Beach, was also shortlisted for the 2014 Davitt Award. Angela teaches writing and is currently studying for her PhD in Creative Writing at Monash University.
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