A decade in the wilderness

Ten years ago, in December 2013, I stopped. And started.

I stopped working for someone else and started working for myself as a freelance writer.

Since then, I’ve written thousands of speeches for domestic and international audiences, edited and re-written hundreds of policy documents, cleaned up after some big-end-of-town consultancies, carried out major research projects for Royal Commissions and documentaries and NGOs, and lectured in universities.

I've also — during the past decade — published three books: one non-fiction, one poetry collection, one novel.

The best part about what I do is the flexibility. I’ve maximised my time with my three children and my wife. I also love that — in essence — I’m paid to meet new people and learn new things.

In recent years, another highlight has been the time I’ve spent with the Pathways to Politics program, teaching speechwriting to aspiring female politicians. I suspect I’ve learned more from the Pathways cohorts than they’ve learned from me.

And what does the next decade hold?

More novels. More poetry. More teaching. More time with my family. And less speeches.

A Maddening Country

I have a comment piece on the political aftermath of the Voice referendum in the latest edition of Australian Book Review. It’s titled ‘A Maddening Country’.

Here’s a snippet.

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Regarding Kirsten

On January 29, 1987, I walked into the Herald and Weekly Times building on Flinders St.

I was 17 and starting work as a copy boy at the Sun News-Pictorial, the biggest selling newspaper in the southern hemisphere.

I wasn’t alone. Standing with me on the checkerboard floor in the foyer of the HWT were seventeen other rookies. Five copy kids, six first year cadets, six third year cadets.

One of those first year cadets was a girl from Sydney-via-New Zealand-via-Coburg.

Her name was Kirsten Hill.

My life changed when I met Kirsten.

She is my partner in crime. She is the mother of my three children. She is the one who calls bullshit on my bullshit. She is the one who cares the most. She is my best friend.

And today is our wedding anniversary.

This picture is us standing on the Blairgowrie jetty in 1999. At the time we were living in Berkeley and were visiting Australia after flying south for a wedding in New Zealand.

Love you, Kirsten.