From the editor's desk
Notes from the Nest.
Slower than The Currawong Letter. Less polished. More me. Small things from a one-person picture-book press in the Huon Valley.
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On waiting for a book to ripen
A picture book, if you let it, will tell you how long it wants to take. Mostly it wants to take longer than you would like. There is no good way to hurry the part where a book becomes itself — the part where the cover and the inside agree, where Clara stops being a sketch and starts being a presence in the room …
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Why we don't have a blog
A blog is a thing you have to feed. It is hungry. It expects a post on Tuesday and another one on Thursday, and it judges you a little, in its quiet way, when you do not deliver. The Currawong Letter is the opposite of a blog. It arrives once a month, in the small hours, when …
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Sofia's first edit
She is two. She does not yet edit a manuscript in the way adults mean the word. But she does, in her own quiet way, edit a book — by the pages she turns back to, the pages she will not sit through, the small fingers laid flat on a thing she has noticed …
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Hello from the Nest
There are already two newsletters out of this house — one for the public and one for the friends and family — so a third feels, on the face of it, indulgent. But every time I sit down to write The Currawong Letter I find myself cutting the bits I most want to keep …
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