April 2017: Canberra, Friday, 1:35pm...
I am sitting in Canberra airport hoping that every small plane that lands isn’t the one I am supposed to fly out on to Newcastle. I am not a good flyer. Well, actually, I’d be a happy flier if I had my own wings. Just don’t like relying on other pilots/engineers etc when I am 20,000 feet in the air. Would also prefer that air pockets were coloured with ink for easy avoidance. But am also excited. Newcastle Writers Festival starts tomorrow, a session with kids, a Q and A with
