I’m on the road today, or in the sky if you want to be literal about it. As I type this I’m enjoying a morning flight to Wollongong on a delightfully retro little propjet. I love this plane. It’s like my very own Spitfire, but with terrible coffee and a biscuit.
I’m in the Gong this weekend for the South Coast Writers Festival, and weirdly (to me, anywa…