Oh no, not another blog about books and writing!
Well, yes and no. This one is different because it’s mostly about me – and because it’s where I park my bus.
Who the hell is me?
Timm from the Gap – that’s who.
A bipolar being hooked on books, music and cream buns, I’ve been trying to read and write my way out of my particular pickle for decades – with mixed results.
On one hand I’ve published stories in magazines, produced museum displays and kept a blog.
On the other I’ve failed to finish any number of novels – and I’ve kept a blog.
Ah yes, the blog. Irregular posts on books, writing and life. Earnest, irreverent, absurd. Regular doses of existential detritus (d12d). Pictures of cream buns.
And then there’s the bus – the Bridges Omnibus, that is.
This commodious old crate is crammed full of research and resources relating to two of Tasmania’s most memorable yet least remembered writers: Roy and Hilda Bridges.
I spent two years studying the Bridges for my Honours degree and I’m now a devotee.
Sound like your thing? Then pat yourself on the back and come right in…
To help you find your way around I’ve created a guest list and a skeleton key.
My everyday self lives in Brisbane with my mob (two kids, a bride and a beagle) and my job (with Australia’s biggest ‘publisher’ of travel books).
Feel free to leave me comments or to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org with your take on any topic. I’m really quite nice.
Still want more? Check out my slush pile and brag book. Or, if you’re a lover of little-rature, my other blog, flash wounds. It’s big on the small.