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Author Harvest ‘bales’ up: Kylie Ladd

Kylie Ladd’s novels are real keepers. Lucky for readers she has a new one coming in April 2013 (Allen and Unwin). And another fabulous title too: Into My Arms. (Maybe now is a great time to catch up her last two novels: Last Summer and After the Fall.)

I caught up with this fellow wine-lover today and we talked boots, roots, and beavers.

Kylie, start by telling me if it’s scones and tea or some other homemade delight you have whipped up for me today.

Sadly, I don’t do homemade, unless homemade means made by the nice people who live at Coles. I’ll pour you a big glass of wine though, and after a while you’ll have forgotten about the scones.

(Scones? What scones? I’ll just grab some glasses.) 

At home…

My mum says garden gnomes make a house a home! Are you loud and proud in your love of garden gnomes at home, a closet gnomer or with a strict ‘no gnomes’ policy at your place?

Gnome be gone. We do, however, have two quite mad chickens in our backyard that provide at least as much colour and far more entertainment. Their names are Agnes and Rooney (blame my children for that) and they are Barnevelders- absolutely beautiful looking birds, but dumber than a box of hammers.

What vegetable (or fruit) have you always wanted to grow at home?

None! That’s what Coles is for! (Oh dear. Despite the chickens, I seem to be failing this whole country-vibe already.)

If I came to your home and looked in the refrigerator, what would I find?

Stuff from Coles. (NB. This is not a sponsored post. But it could be, Mr Coles. Hint.)

(I knew you looked familiar! *snigger*)

If you sorted your wardrobe by colour, what colour would stand out? (Ahh, do you sort your wardrobe by colour?!)

I sort *everything*. Of course I sort my wardrobe by colour… also style, function, season and shade. Blue.

What are you wearing now? (Be honest!)

An old Roots windcheater that I bought when we lived in Montreal for two years and is very comfy for writing in. Roots is a sportingwear company (the Canadian Nike, basically), whose logo is a beaver. Their marketing person clearly isn’t from Australia.

(So no puns about you beavering away on edits then, eh?)

Whose home would you like to housesit and why?

Martha Stewart’s. I bet she sorts everything by style, function, season and shade too.

(Ah yes, she makes up EVERYTHING herself and is very creative in many way, but we won’t go there!)

Country curiosities…

We love a sunburnt country (slip, slop, slap and all that). What’s your ideal hat? Or are you a boots person?

Boots. I have a pair of Blundstones that I got when I was about 18, which was last century. I wear them all the time and they are the most comfortable things ever (right up there with the Roots windcheater). When I took them to London a few years ago I had people stop me on the street and ask if they could buy them. (True!)

(Boots? Roots? Beavers?  Only here on Harvest, folks!)

If you were a tree (or animal) what kind of tree (animal) would you be?

A horse. I love them. In fact, I thought I was a horse for about three years between the ages of 9 and 12- a bay called Tammy, after my first riding school horse. My ten year old daughter seems to have inherited the gene, and confided to me recently that she is a chestnut filly named Cinnamon. I am feeding her carrots and hoping it lasts right through high school.

(You will stop with the carrots if she starts turning orange though, won’t you?)

Now for the big question… Why did the chicken cross the road?

Our chickens are so very stupid I have no idea why they do anything. Yesterday a dragonfly buzzed near them while they were sitting together on the lawn. They jumped up in a panic and ran straight into each other. Crossing an entire road would be well beyond them.  

About you…

Your turning point: when was that point in your life that you realized that being an author was no longer going to be just a dream but a reality and a career?

When Mrs Whitla read out my first major work, “Peppy and Pip go to Boarding School” to an enraptured 3W when I was 8. Ok, possibly they weren’t enraptured, but I was. I’d written a whole NOVEL (10 pages at the back of my maths exercise book) and someone liked it!

(So you failed maths I take it?)

What is the hardest part of writing for you?

All of it. Starting, finishing, the bits in between, editing, re-writing, plotting, re-reading, doing promotion, reading reviews… it’s all unrelentingly difficult, interspersed with moments of abject gloom and self-loathing. But if it wasn’t such a challenge I don’t think I’d be drawn to it.

(Funny, my fave saying when someone asks me about the writing/publishing business is… Ignorance was bliss!)

If someone was to write your biography, what do you think the title should be?

Don’t die wondering. Or with a messy house.

What question have you always wanted to be asked in an interview? How would you answer that question?

What is your personal best for the 50m freestyle? (27.86. I’m still proud of that, but it never comes up.)

Fun stuff…

What does your protagonist think about you? Would he or she want to hang out with you, the author, his/her creator.

Hmm… I had four protagonists in my first novel, ten in my second (except one was dead), and six in my third. I suspect my protagonists wish I would just make up my mind.

If I said to you, “Just entertain me for five minutes, I’m not going to talk,” what would you do?

I’d bring out Agnes and Rooney, then pop a balloon behind them. Mayhem!

(ROFL, you crack me up – which makes me think about the eggs Angnes and Rooney would jettison after your balloon prank!)

What food would you be?

Belgian chocolate. Smooth. Seductive. Not too rich (hey, I’m an author).

What was the best thing before sliced bread?

You’d have to ask Coles.

Name 5 uses for a stapler that has not staple pins.

Just one: Excellent reason for my kids to nag me into taking them to Smiggle.

(We just got ourselves a Smiggle here. Woo hoo!)

How weird are you? Rate yourself on a scale of 1 (not) to 10 (very).

2 – Not at all weird. It’s the ones you least suspect who can get away with stuff.

You can find more about Kylie and her books on www.kylieladd.com.au  and do what I do… Follow her on Twitter: @kylie_ladd

Links to Booktopia:

http://www.booktopia.com.au/last-summer-kylie-ladd/prod9781742375014.html

 http://www.booktopia.com.au/after-the-fall-kylie-ladd/prod9781742372303.html

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Author Harvest Bonus Post: Dancing with Darcas – the sequined sequel!

We met Christine Darcas a few days ago when she joined  my Author Harvest.

I knew then that there had to be sequins in Christine’s closet!

Of course I was right and here she is — the all-dancing, multi-talented author of Dancing Backwards in High Heels and Spinning Out (and if you haven’t read these contemporary fiction novels you are missing out. The very first chapter of Spinning Out has one of the best characterisations of a pointy-nose old ballet teacher ever. So newbie writers in particular, check it out. (Dancing Backwards in Hight Heels: Amazon and iTunes and Spinning out:  Amazon and iTunes.)

Christine says, “the one in the ballgown is from the 2011 Crown ProAm championships where I competed with my instructor of six years. The second is from the 2007 Australian Championships when I was seriously competing with a peer.”

Apparently she still has the ballgown but doesn’t get to wear it much these days. (Although she says she’s tempted to wear it while vacuuming … just for a little excitement!)
Thanks for sharing Christine. Not just a dance sport champion, but an all-round good sport when blogging.
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Author Harvest ‘bales’ up Christine Darcas

I’m feeling a bit Sonia Kruger-ish right now. In fact, I’m shaking my maracas and ready to do a little ‘jive talkin’ with the all-dancing, amazingly talented author, Christine Darcas.

So Christine, start by telling me what you’ve whipped up for us.

A vodka martini, my friend! It’s Friday night and I’m blogging. I quite enjoy drinking and blogging in moderation.

(Oooh, it’s a par-taaay! I knew we had a lot in common, Christine, except ‘moderation! See my friend here…..)

Okay, before the martini’s start to take effect…

At home…

My mum says garden gnomes make a house a home! Are you loud and proud in your love of garden gnomes at home, a closet gnomer or with a strict ‘no gnomes’ policy at your place?

I have nothing against a jolly garden gnome, but I’m more of a garden-nymph type of gal. If I had a garden that was big and stately enough, I would definitely have nymphs. I like how dreamy and whimsical they are.

(Funny! I’ve always seen nymphs as small, naked and really annoying. Maybe it’s the martinis.)

What vegetable (or fruit) have you always wanted to grow at home?

I’m determined to grow an herb garden. I’ve been determined to have one for years. I just need to kick myself in the bum and make it happen.

(Given you’re a dancer I’m guessing you probably can achieve that bum kick!)

If I came to your home and looked in the refrigerator, what would I find?

If you were to ask my children (daughter 20 years old and son 17 years old), they would say not much. In the case of my son, I sometimes wonder if I actually gave birth to a billy goat. As soon as I stock the frig, that boy chews his way through it.

If you sorted your wardrobe by colour, what colour would stand out? (Ahh, do you sort your wardrobe by colour?!)

No, I don’t sort my wardrobe by colour. I do, however, sort it by function (dresses together, blouses together, jackets together, etc). I just looked in my closet and the predominant colour is brown: caramel, chestnut, auburn … all shades of brown. I’m not sure how that happened. I thought my favourite colour was green.

(I bet you’ve got a few sequins in there somewhere!!!!!)

What are you wearing now? (Be honest!)

Hipster jeans (I wear jeans until my toe tears through them when I put them on, then I still keep them for a while), a grey cotton top, a grey jumper, cotton undies (although my bra is from Victoria’s Secret) and runners. No make up. Took my last shower yesterday. Sounds irresistibly sexy, no?

(No! I expected sequins.)

Whose home would you like to housesit and why?

Know anyone in Santorini? That one is on the top of my bucket list. The ocean, white-washed buildings nestled in cliffs, warm air and sunshine …

(You need to talk to Helen Ellis (Author Harvest a couple of weeks ago). Just don’t ask Helen about her garden gnome… Really. Don’t!)

Country curiosities…

We love a sunburnt country (slip, slop, slap and all that). What’s your ideal hat? Or are you a boots person?

I really like the straw cowboy hat that Elle Macpherson wears. If I wear a hat, that’s the one I wear: funny how it doesn’t quite have the same effect.

(Try the hat with the Victoria’s Secret bra perhaps!)

If you were a tree (or animal) what kind of tree (animal) would you be?

A lioness. I love them. They’re graceful, strong and protective.

Now for the big question… Why did the chicken cross the road?

Because it spotted a worm on the other side, silly!

About you…

Your turning point: when was that point in your life that you realized that being an author was no longer going to be just a dream but a reality and a career?

In roughly 1998 I realised that I was doomed to be a writer. I had been tinkering with short stories, then the idea for a novel banged me over the head. It demanded to be written, like a bizarre force screaming ‘Write me or I won’t give you peace!’. That novel was never accepted for publication – I have a binder full of ‘Close, but no cigar’ rejection letters for it. But I sure loved writing it.

(Well, I love your books, so dig out that novel and take a fresh look.)

What is the hardest part of writing for you?

The financial side – I’m in a good mood, so let’s not get me started on that.

If someone was to write your biography, what do you think the title should be?

Teetering in High Heels.

(Hmm, martinis definitely makes one teetery?)

Fun stuff…

What does your protagonist think about you? Would he or she want to hang out with you, the author, his/her creator.

My protagonists tend to be a bit tormented before they find their way, so I reckon that they would nag me endlessly. ‘Oh, Christine, I’m just so torn. Please tell me that everything will be okay.’ Of course it will be, love. I’d never leave a girl without hope.

(But you do squeeze them into torturous high heels!)

If you could trade places with any other person for a week, famous or not famous, living or dead, real or fictional, with whom would it be?

Angelina Jolie – just to see if Brad Pitt is really as amazing as he’s cracked up to be.

(Make sure she takes the kids–all of them!)

If I said to you, “Just entertain me for five minutes, I’m not going to talk,” what would you do?

I would pour you a huge glass of wine, blare Earth, Wind and Fire’s ‘September’ and dance like a maniac.

It’s par-taay time. (Do you remember….???? yes I do!)
What food would you be?

An almond. Healthy for some, lethal for others.

What was the best thing before sliced bread?

Sex, Jenn. Without sex, there wouldn’t be people who needed bread!

(Right about now I’m thinking martinis! Let’s keep dancing. Or you can…)

… name 5 uses for a stapler that has not staple pins.

A stapler without staple pins just snaps, which strikes me as threatening. So everything that I’m imagining (like snapping the stapler at the dog when she doesn’t obey) seems sort of socially unacceptable. I might leave that one alone.

(I’m thinking maracas maybe? :))))

How weird are you? Rate yourself on a scale of 1 (not) to 10 (very).

Like beauty, weirdness is in the eye of the beholder. So I’m perfectly normal. A nice, healthy 5 😉

Woot! That was fun. My head is ‘Spinning Out’. Too much ‘Dancing Backwards in High Heels’!! 

Need bed!

But but before I go folks, do yourself a favour. Track down a copy of Christine’s books: ‘Dancing Backwards in High Heels’ and ‘Spinning Out’.

Below the blurbs you’ll find links to the iTunes and Kindle versions of both books.

Dancing Backwards in Hight Heels: Amazon and iTunes

Spinning out:  Amazon and iTunes

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