No, I haven’t written a graphic novel!
That is the cover of the current Wheeler Centre programme. For those of you who don’t live in Melbourne, I’m sorry. The Wheeler is our home of all things wordy and wonderful. Its director, Michael Williams, described it the other night as Melbourne’s secular church. I’ll go with that. It’s a temple to ideas. And the news is that I am going to occupy one small corner of it for one evening.
Each month, the Wheeler hosts an hour of talk and reading by three or four “debut” writers. These gatherings are called Debut Mondays. I went last Monday and heard an anthology of writers read with generosity and tenderness from their new books. I loved it. And in April, I’m making my Debut!
Wipe that grin off your face! I’m going out to buy a white dress and a tussie-mussie and you can’t stop me!
If you are in town on April 16th, I’d love you to drop by between 6.15pm and 7.15pm. I’ll be at The Moat, the Wheeler’s exquisite cafe/bar in Little Lonsdale Street, under the State Library. It’s an inviting space, with delicious treats and books abounding. Afterwards they stay open for nosh, wines and coffees, so if you can come along, it would be great to have company and friendly faces. Also reading will be Romy Ash and Bruce Scates.
If you want to see more details you can visit the Wheeler website at:
Or if you are drooling over their hard-copy brochure, Debut Mondays are on page 30. I’m the one with the goony grin in the bottom right corner.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a debutante writer in possession of an invitation from the Wheeler Centre, must be in want of nothing.
With apologies to Ms Austen.