I grew up in the tropics on north Australia. I now live in the cooler climes of southern Australia. Every day after work I race to the kitchen to make myself an iced coffee with lots of ice. Sometimes I drink it in front of the heater. It is every thing my house is not.
Roses crawl up the fat sandstone blocks.
A balcony too small to sit on outside every window. A corner house with a garden. When I think about it, I realise I am so lucky not to be living in that rose-crawling house, because I would have to see my crumbling terrace every time I look out of the window. Deborah Farag , Nottingham My desk in the study area evokes quiet reflection of thoughts and feelings, pen to paper of fictional ideas and new worlds, skimming and scanning of reading texts both for pleasure and research, and that one moment of joy when I received an email from a Canadian publisher about the prospective publication of my first fictional novel. Australia Home is where my recliner is.