O&S Publishing

Last Wednesday, I launched a new venture with my dear friend Olivia Hambrett, our love project – O&S Publishing.

O&S Publishing is a hub for literary events around the world, industry news, expert advice, interviews and quality e-books. It was born out of a shared love for words, the online and digital arena and good, quality, engaging reads.

It started, of course, with an idea. Quite a humble one, really. We wanted to gather together a handful of top notch writers and have them write a short story in the style of one of their key literary influences. The idea being to publish an anthology that was as much a homage to previous and enduring greatness as a display of undervalued talent. We duly gathered the writers, they duly wrote their stories and then something happened. A bigger idea took seed.

What if we didn’t stop at just one anthology? What if this anthology was just the beginning, the launch of something ongoing, innovative and nurturing? So we asked ourselves, over a flurry of across-the-seas emails – what can we do in order to be able to continually publish collections and titles? Create a publishing platform, naturally. And make it elecontric – everyone has an iSomething or a Kindle or a laptop. Publishing electronically would give us full control over each title – and would make the reach of each title so much further – e-books that can be accessed from India to Italy, Australia to America.

Fantastic. Wonderful. Perfect. Let’s do it.

But what if, we asked ourselves, what if that platform could also act as a hub for writers and readers alike? A place where one can not only buy brilliant, quality titles from original voices, but also read author interviews, industry news and expert advice. Where hungry readers could follow writing and publishing journeys? What if our publishing platform could act as a warm, cosy, inviting bookshop and provide the communal, shared atmosphere of a cafe? What if, what if.

So we did it. Or, perhaps better put, we are in the process of doing it. We aim to build an e-library of quality literature from writers we believe in. Alongside publishing these titles – at a rate that reflects time, effort and quality, so not a particularly speedy one – we will feature interviews with writers, tips and advice, literary happenings around the globe and a blog that tracks each title’s progress.

We hope you are along for the ride.

Please stop by, give us a like or a follow, and let us know what you think. 

The Hills Collective Project

A few months ago, I was thrilled to be involved in an initiative called The Hills Collective Project. Celebrating artists and creative talent in the Dandenong Ranges, the project was founded by Bianca Lentini and also turned into a book, which I was asked to edit. It was a great experience for me – being involved in a project that celebrates the talent and creativity of my local area and showcasing what the hills really has to offer – right from initial meetings, through to shortlisting artists, to then editing the book; the process was incredibly rewarding.

My favourite featured artist? Axel Axelrad – a puppeteer and the creator of Ossie the Ostrich, not to mention many other iconic Australian puppets.

I Work From Home. It’s Not That Weird.

I work from home.

The assumptions and connotations associated with that are countless. To set the record straight, here’s what it doesn’t mean: that I’m lazy, antisocial, unqualified, a lady of leisure or a daytime TV watcher.

Working from home wasn’t a distinct choice I made but simply a matter of circumstance –  I was a freelance writer who got a job as an Editor of a magazine based in Sydney  – one that required me to stay in Melbourne to attend events, meetings etc. This happened at the same time the online media and digital world started to boom, and working from home made perfect sense.

I often get asked if I get lonely, bored or unmotivated.

No, no and no.

I’ve never had a problem with motivation or discipline (of which you need both to work from home). And if you love what you do, then doing it shouldn’t be a problem. If anything, the one thing I have struggled with is switching off. Learning when to put an end to the working day. Not being tempted to answer that late email.

I do not get lonely or stir-crazy – social media, the telephone and Skype all mean I have constant contact with colleagues. In fact, I’m convinced I communicate more effectively, openly and frequently with colleagues that what would occur if I was in an office with them. I know many people that don’t communicate with colleagues two cubicles away and employees that only speak to their boss once every third day. I know exactly where my colleagues are and what they are working on in different states across Australia. I think it’s the distance that results in putting extra effort into communicating.

I’ve been working from home for a few years now, and it has only been in the last year that I’ve developed a strong routine that works for me.

I usually wake somewhere between 6am and 7am. Then, it’s a cup of tea, quick check on Twitter and Facebook, catch up on the morning news, walk the dog, have breakfast, a coffee, a shower and do any housework, washing etc. that needs to be done. My cut off for all of the above is 9am. It doesn’t matter if I’m halfway through something else, or haven’t got around to doing everything I wanted to, when 9am comes I switch off from ‘being home mode’, and enter ‘work mode’. I jump in front of the computer and work, work, work.

Somewhere between 12pm and 1pm, I stop. Have lunch. Maybe go to the post office, if required. Maybe hit the supermarket. Maybe go for a run. Take the dog for another walk. Chat to some friends. Read a magazine, or continue with a book. I never take more than an hour for ‘lunch’ – and it doesn’t matter what I do in that time, all that matters is that it’s not work.

After ‘lunch’, it’s back into the work – whatever that may be and whatever that requires (no two days are the same). I try to knock off from work somewhere between 5pm and 6pm.

I find that, when I am working, it’s without distractions and I get so much done.

Of course, there are variations on the above. If I have meetings, then I work around those. If I have an event on in the CBD, then I may finish up for the day at 4pm.

What I am thankful for when it comes to working from home is the flexibility – as long as I get my work done, it doesn’t really matter what timeframe that’s in or what I’m wearing behind my desk.

What I have learnt, however, is that a routine, much like one I’d have if I physically went into an office building each day, is the most effective way for me to work.

The routine above is a far cry from what I used to do – roll straight out of bed, jump in front of the computer and start work. Then look up and realise hours had passed and I was still in my onesie.

I stick to the routine above because it works for me. I need to set timeframes. I need to get dressed properly. I need my desk and home office to feel like one. I need that distinction between work and home.

Sure, it is a luxury not having to battle with a daily commute or share coffee mugs with co-workers, but it’s also taken me – and those around me – a while to figure out how to best make working from home work for me.

Some friends used to think I could dash off for a long lunch or half a day of shopping because I was home – something I was guilty of doing in the past. But I can’t afford – not with my workload – to be losing precious working hours on a weekday shopping or lunching.

Some friends still don’t get it. Often their idea of what I do is so far removed to what I actually do it’s hilarious.

The reality is, I get my job done.

Do you work from home? What’s your routine like? Do you work outside of 9am – 5pm hours? What’s the funniest assumption someone has made about your ‘not-the-norm’ working life? 

Losing My NaNoWriMo…

This November, I signed up to participate in NaNoWriMo – National Novel Writing Month.

The premise?

Write a 50,000 word novel in the 30 days of November.

It doesn’t have to be brilliant, it doesn’t have to be perfect; it’s about quantity, not quality. The act of writing and getting the words out there.

I’ve never had a huge urge to write a novel. I’ve never even attempted one. I’ve always been more focused on articles, or feature stories, or opinion pieces. Or starting magazines.

Novels are scary. They are big and require serious literary commitment. All that time, on the one subject. They involve creating characters. And stories. Plot.

I’ve never created an outline for anything. Not an essay or a business plan, let alone a novel. I don’t map things out.

So, what better way to get over all of that, to conquer those fears, than to pledge to write a novel, what will essentially be my first novel, or attempt at one, in 26 days*.

I signed up to NaNoWriMo because I want the challenge. I want to know what it is like – even a hint of what it is like – to work on something that doesn’t end after a few pages. And writing a novel in a month is a good timeframe for a commitment-phobic writer like myself**.

At the end of this month, I’ll report back and let you know how I went – what my word tally is, along with my verdict on the Sandi Sieger v. Novel Writing trial***.

*I haven’t started yet.

**I don’t even know if this is true, but I’ve always been somewhat afraid of starting a writing project that I knew I couldn’t comfortably complete.

***No, I will not be writing a crime-thriller. Although…

I’m Trying To Be Less Judgemental.

I’m trying to be less judgemental.

About everything.

I don’t think I’m an inherently judgemental person, but I do make judgements. And it’s only after sitting back and consciously not judging, that I registered how much time I have spent doing so.

It’s wasted time. It’s negative time. And I’ve realised what’s far more useful and far more positive is spending time on and for yourself.

I’d rather have a bath than go out to dinner and listen to someone hypothesise about their neighbour’s lifestyle or their friend’s situation; there’s no good that comes from that, no use or benefit, and certainly no improvement. And there’s no fun in it.

Judgement is draining. It saps the energy out of you and only perpetuates the cycle of negativity and speculation that it thrives upon.

I don’t quite get it when people say it’s natural to judge. At what point did assuming the circumstances of someone’s life or situation become the natural thing to do? Become a perfectly accepted thing to do?

I’ve judged people on their ability. On their clothing. On their family situation. On their house. On their job. On their car. On where they eat. On who they spend time with. On their book collection. On their attitude. And what has that done for me?

Nothing.

Blatantly declaring that someone is an awful writer doesn’t make me a better one. Thinking that someone’s clothes are hideous doesn’t make mine look any nicer.

We judge because we want to feel better about ourselves. Because we want to distinguish our situation from another. Separate any similarities and then tear the rest to shreds.

I’ve discovered that if you spend the time once exhausted on judgement – the thinking it, the gossiping it – and turn it towards yourself, you will not only grow, but soar.

Working towards being a better person is more valuable than chatting about people you work with.

My grandmother used to say, and this is a literal Italian translation so some of its beauty is lost in translation, that if you kick every stone on the street you’ll need a brand new pair of shoes every week.

I’ve realised that nothing is more accurate. Kicking stones, making judgements, spreading negativity – all it leaves you with is fatigue and vexation. And holes in your shoes.

The Melbourne Writers’ Club.

I’ve decided to start a Melbourne Writers’ Club. A monthly, engaging, supportive place for writers to gather, have a glass of wine or a cup of coffee, network, share ideas and stories and keep up to date with industry news.

I love spending time with like-minded people. I love listening to people and learning about them, and from them. And I love writing, and anything that encourages it.

I also love the idea of being in a club. Because, let’s face it, as you get older, unless you play a team sport or are a parent, the chance of you belonging to a club is zero to none.

And I don’t mean being a member of a club – we’re all in on those – whether it’s our footy team, or gym, or workplace, or a committee of some sort. I mean being a part of a club. One that isn’t virtual. Or ad hoc. A club that meets, face to face, on the first Tuesday of each month, or something wonderfully lovely like that. One where each member feels a part of something special because they are the only members. And it has nothing to do with exclusivity – but rather the melding of a common love and a talent and a desire to do something with it. A desire to grow, learn, be better. Share, support and laugh.

Yes, I love the idea of a club.

The Melbourne Writers’ Club.

That’s what it’s going to be called.

And it’s going to be magic.

Perhaps I should create a secret club handshake? Or a codeword? Personalised pens? Maybe purchase a Tiffany key to adorn a chain each member must wear…actually, perhaps not.

Onya Aid – We’ve Got Your Back

Onya Magazine is hosting a fundraiser for the QLD Flood Relief on Australia Day. It’s going to be an amazing afternoon full of fun, food, drinks and music. We’re already being inundated with gifts, hampers, and some seriously awesome big ticket items that we’ll be auctioning on the day – there’ll be silent auctions, as well as a live auction, and some lucky dips as well.

We’ve had interest from businesses across the country, as well as local personalities and musicians wanting to get involved – plus an Australian Open tennis player or two!

It would be wonderful if you were able to make it along and support the people who have been so heart-breakingly affected by these horrible floods.

On Reflection…

I don’t often think of all that I’ve achieved (so far) with Onya Magazine; how far it has come in such a short time, how the readership has grown, the kind of content we deliver, the networks I’ve made, how it’s expanding, the success we’ve had…I’m often too busy working on it, rather than thinking about it. And it’s usually only when people say wonderful, and nice, and inspiring things to me, that I realise all that I’ve achieved. And only then that I take a moment to pause, and reflect.

And when I do, I almost well up. Because I think of the random emails and tweets of sheer love that have been directed at my little dream. I think of the letters (yes, we get them. Actual hand written notes. It’s precious). But most of all, I think of my team. My small, incredibly talented, amazing team. In my rare moments of reflection, I think about how lucky I am to be able to work with such an awesome bunch of people, and beyond that, how lucky I am to just know them. To be one part of their big lives. To be able to help them get one step closer to their dream.

The truth is, they are probably the aspect I am most proud of about my Onya journey so far. Individually, they are pretty high achievers. Collectively, they are the difference between Onya being exceptional or mediocre. They are refreshing. And funny. They are dedicated to what they do, and how they do it. They are passionate. They are informed. Educated. Polite, but punchy. Charming, but honest. And what I realised is that they inspire me. And help me. They make me want to do and be better, with Onya, and within my life. They make me want to be a better leader, and Editor.

But most of all, they make me swell with pride.