Posted on 14 Comments

Phillipa Fioretti – For One Night Only – joins Jenn’s Bar Yarns

Cover. For One Night Only

Oh, look who’s just arrived at the Calingarry Crossing pub. And she’s taking a room, too, but for one night only in honour of her latest novel – FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY.

Okay, what can I get you to go with your beer nuts? (Shandy? Wine Spritzer? Pink Lemonade?)

A bottle of Little Creatures beer, please, and a cold glass.

Here, you go. Now, Phillipa, take a minute to jot down the blurb for your book on the beer coast and I’ll pin it on the book board.

When Ornella vacations in Sicily, she meets Hugh, an archaeologist working on a dig in the beautiful town of Taormina.  Hugh convinces Ornella to join him on a trip to 

the island of Stromboli, where they hike up a live volcano at dusk. 

After a passionate night together Ornella, an actress usually focused on her career, suspects she’s in love. But after breakfast the next morning, Hugh vanishes. 

Ornella is left with Hugh’s phone, sunglasses and a sudden end to the love affair she thought she didn’t want. Desperate 

to know if Hugh ran out on her or if he’s met with disaster, she wants to search for him. But with an important screen test in Rome and her agent impatiently waiting for her, Ornella faces a dilemma.

Hey, did you hear the one about … Got a joke? (preferably one that comes with a punch line you actually remember!)

Asking me to tell a joke with a punch line is like asking me to tweet something off the cuff and witty.

Well, I’m a beer nut nut! What bar snack would you be and why?

I’d be a potato chip, a smooth chip that tasted of potato and salt – but not too salty or greasy. I have no idea why I would be this chip, but I know I wouldn’t be a chip with synthetic flavouring.

Fioretti.study

Ahh, that beer hit the spot. Let me slip a drink coaster under your glass while you tell us—on a scale of 1 to 10—as a writer are you a messy desker or tidy desker? 

(Hmm, how shall we rate this, folks? – 1 = “Neat nut case” and 10 = “What desk? Where? Is there a desk here somewhere?”)

The publican offers you free drinks all night if you will:

  • Dance to Gangnam Style
  • Sing John Denver’s ‘Take me Home Country Roads’ on the Karaoke machine
  • Spend an hour washing dishes

Which do you choose?

I’ll do the dishes and a have quiet yarn with the cook

Time to liven the place up. Got a buck? We can crank up the old jukebox in the corner. You get to pick three songs.

  1. Zap Bebes by Zap Mama
  2. Spanish Harlem by Aretha Franklin
  3. Route 66 by Nat King Cole

An author, an agent and a chicken walk into the bar… how do you know which one crossed the road?

As a long standing keeper of chickens I can tell you a chicken is more likely to wander about in a pleasant daze looking for tasty morsels than cross a road. Anything requiring sustained concentration is not part of their skill set.

So the bar is more likely to be on this side of the road and the author had to rush in to retrieve a straying chicken.

Therefore the agent crossed the road, most likely to say hello to the author and invite them to share some cold beer and what the hell, let’s send the tab to the publishers.

There’s a stapler on the bar. Tell me what it’s doing there.

It’s there to staple all the receipts together so all authors drinking at the bar can keep track of their spending and claim drinks as an essential work expense

The pub is the heart of a small town and most locals would be lost without one. What are three things you’d be lost without?

  1. My family and friends
  2. A good book
  3. Leafy, quiet spaces

There are a few good prizes up for grabs in the bar jackpot. Do you have a lucky number?

Your lucky number is: 10

Last drinks, my friend! It’s been great. But before we go, tell us how we can find out more about you and your writing/books.

Blog – www.phillipafioretti.com.au
Twitter – @PipFioretti
Facebook – www.facebook.com/PhillipaFioretti.Books

In the meantime, watch out … It’s on the way …

This storm season, in Calingarry Crossing, a perfect storm is heading Maggie Lindeman’s way.  For emergency alerts and warnings for SIMMERING SEASON, subscribe to Jenn J McLeod’s blog or newsletter before you go, or LIKE her Facebook Page.

Simmering Season: April 1, 2014  Find out more, right here.

Posted on 2 Comments

Did you love House for all Seasons enough?

Booktopia vote round one
PROOF! It’s really me up there.

Enough to vote? Because it’s that time of the year when Aussie authors find out who loves them. While the past Annual Booktopia List for Australia’s Favourite Novelist process has been a novelty “vote and watch” thing for me prior to this year, it has kinda been a teensy weensy more exciting and significant as I made the initial list! Not only that, I came 4th in my heat (surprising the pants of many people, I am sure – including me.) And what company!

Look, the online voting process is neither robust nor rocket science in its presentation. this is about showcasing the amazing literary talent in thins country. So, well done to the good people at Booktopia for their continued support of people busting their guts to make a mark in this whacky writing biz. It’s a bit of fun, some good old-fashioned recognition and, most importantly, it is exposure on a grand scale for lots and lots of Aussie authors who might have limited opportunities or means to promote themselves. (I actually had no idea I had that many friends! Maybe I underestimated my readers and myself. I even went and bought friends at Woolies. But when stuck them at the computer and said “VOTE” they said their hands were tied!) Friends

I could have waited until the final TOP 50 results are announced to brag about this. But posting a partial (heat) win is much more fun than posting a major bummer post once the winners are announced.

Voting remains open until 5pm this Saturday.  You can vote for any number of authors – not just one. (Just hope I will be one of them.)

And here is the Heat 4 list. Impressive, huh?

Posted on 16 Comments

Author Harvest ‘bales’ up Christine Stinson

You know when you meet someone and something just clicks? Well, that’s how it was when I first met this lovely author at the RWA conference in 2011. As it was my first conference, Christine, Lou Reynolds, Jaye Ford (and their band of merry-makers) took me under their protective wing. (ie: they taught me how to parrrr-tay way after my beddy-bye time! (Although not before demonstrating how I should help the wait staff ‘tidy up’ the banquet tables after dinner. Nice one, girls! 😉

Now let’s see Christine Stinson 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 – or a closet gnomer?

I’m loud and proud: every pot on my deck has a garden gnome. Love my cute little fellows.

(See what I mean? Click!)

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

Avocados, love them. But someone told me the trees don’t bear fruit for the first seven years.

(Correct! And they need a mate. I LOVE avos but have watched four out of six on my property die as a result of the floods. Sad. 🙁  )

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

Plenty of eggs, milk, cheeses, always a container of olives, lots of vegies in the crisper and a half an avocado. Plus leftovers.

(Click!)

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

The bone of contention in my household is that I never sort my wardrobe at all. My other half swears blind there are clothes in there I haven’t worn since high school.

What are you wearing now? (Be honest!)

Currently wearing a lovely, cuddly tracksuit with ugg boots. It’s a cold morning!

(Cuddly trakky. Cute!)

Whose home would you like to housesit and why?

The Governor-General’s residence, Kirribilli House. As they say in all the real estate magazines, Location, location, location. And imagine if those walls could talk.

(Mmm, Quentin Bryce. I want to be just as elegant at her age – and be able to kneel at a cenotaph to lay a wreath and actually get up myself. Ahhh, that’s get up all by myself – just to clarify!)

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?

I’m a slow learner – I had to be offered a two-book contract.

(Click!)

What is the hardest part of writing for you?

Turning off the critical part of my brain while I get the story down.

(Click! Click!)

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

About a girl.

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 current protagonist, Marina Manning, would love hanging out with me! She’s a muso, loves a glass of red wine and has just had a baby. I’m a recent grandmother and loving it so I’d happily babysit for her, too. Anytime!

(Wine drinking music lover. Click! Click! Click! Click!)

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

I’d play the piano for you, Jenn.

(Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!)

What food would you be?

Good, comfort food – slow roasted lamb shanks.

(Oh yes!)

What was the best thing before sliced bread?

Wine…

(Yes, yes, yes… I think I’m having a Meg Ryan moment!)

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

I’m about a 7

Well, folks, Christine Stinson is definitely a BIG 10 when it comes to producing great reads. Take – It Takes A Village – for example. A must for any Aussie, any age (but better if you’re older I reckon.)

Growing up in conservative, postwar Australia isn’t easy. For eight-year-old Sophie, who has just been told that she’s a ‘bastard’, it seems that she lives in a world of secrets, unanswered questions and whispers.
Who is her father and why did her mother never tell anyone who he was?
With only her reclusive grandfather to raise her, and more than one neighbour expecting her to go off the rails like her mother – after all, apples rarely fall far from the tree – Sophie struggles to find her place in the world.
In a time when experiences are shared around the kitchen table, over the back fence or up at the corner shop, Sophie learns that life is rarely simple, love is always complicated and sometimes it takes more than blood ties to make a family.

Highly recommended reading for a chilly autumn day.

For more about Christine: www.christinestinson.com