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the whale’s last song available for order
the whale’s last song available for order
the whale’s last song available for order
the whale’s last song available for order
the whale’s last song available for order
the whale’s last song available for order
the whale’s last song available for order
the whale’s last song available for order
I have lived on the unceded Gadigal land of the indigenous Eora nation in Australia since 2001, as an immigrant from South Africa. Leaving the place you come from is not something you get over. You are always spliced, always torn. But it offers new horizons.
The Whale’s Last Song (Harper Collins, 2024) is my 15th book about a girl whose sister is sick with the pox, who goes in a search for a cure.
I wish we could save the people we love. I lost my mother to ovarian cancer during Covid. Grief is how we learn to love more fiercely and to appreciate what really matters.
Language helped me build a bridge for my hard-of-hearing sister to my parents since I was the only one who could understand what she was trying to say until speech and hearing therapy gave her a voice. Each of us has privileges that can ease the path of others. It is not hard to be useful.
I wrote and illustrated my first story when I was six. It was thin on plot – Emily plans a picnic with Rufus, her neighbour – that’s it – but with coconut-lime lollipops.
When I was 14, my dad gave me Dylan Thomas’s Under Milk Wood, a play for voices. It centred me like clay on a wheel. I knew all I wanted was to do that with words.
During my ‘going-to-save-the-world’ years, I got a Master’s degree in law from Yale, set up and ran a not-for-profit advocacy centre to end violence against women and sat on the South African Law Commission to help draft new domestic violence legislation. In 1994, Hustler magazine made me ‘Asshole of the Month,’ for my advocacy against violent pornography – it’s still my most prized award.
I wrote and illustrated my first story when I was six. It was thin on plot – Emily plans a picnic with Rufus, her neighbour – that’s it – but with coconut-lime lollipops.
When I was 14, my dad gave me Dylan Thomas’s Under Milk Wood, a play for voices. It centred me like clay on a wheel. I knew all I wanted was to do that with words.
During my ‘going-to-save-the-world’ years, I got a Master’s degree in law from Yale, set up and ran a not-for-profit advocacy centre to end violence against women and sat on the South African Law Commission to help draft new domestic violence legislation. In 1994, Hustler magazine made me ‘Asshole of the Month,’ for my advocacy against violent pornography – it’s still my most prized award.
I’ve developed my own creative process for mentoring writers and aspiring authors which I teach in my workshops, retreats and online writing courses. We can only ever take a reader as far as we have gone. So how we think matters. Who we are – our values and beliefs – informs the vision of life our writing is in service to. If we get clear on that, the craft gets easier.
I have become smitten with the sea and all her creatures: turtles, Port Jackson sharks, stingray, octopi, blue gropers, weedy sea dragons, cuttlefish, dolphins, whales – even the ones that sting. I used to hate cold water, and now, I’m obsessed with it. I get grumpy if I miss a single day. Which goes to show that we can change. It gives me hope for humanity.
I am a Virgo and a natural systems thinker.
I make good soup and salads. When it comes to food, I trust vegetables.
I love cats and appreciate other peoples’ dogs.
Plants blow my mind, succulents in particular because they propagate and revive, even after neglect. I think the human spirit is a bit like that.
I believe we are not here (on this earth) for ourselves. We are here as ourselves, but we are here for each other. Every day offers us the chance to live into that prayer.
Maybe it’s as simple as that.
I swim in the waters and live, write and love on the land of the Gadigal people of the Eora nation. I am grateful to the traditional custodians for the abundance of these blessings and acknowledge and pay my deepest respects to their Elders past and present.
Photography:Danielle Minett nlphotography.com.au
Illustrations:© Joanne Fedler andHarperCollins Publishers Australia.
Web Development:Jean Marc Aliphonbumpdigital.com.au
Web Design: Danielle Musarraonetouchstudio.com.au
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Please contact Joanne for permission to reproduce any images.
