by Kim Kelly
I’ve been so quiet bloggery-wise lately, I thought I’d best explain: I’ve been kidnapped by a story.
Inspired by a real-life surgeon who changed the lives of countless children in Sydney in the early twentieth century, it’s a story that was planted in my heart some twelve years ago when I was researching medical techniques for my first novel, Black Diamonds.
A couple of the characters from that first-baby novel make an appearance in this one, too – such a wonderful, emotional experience for me to re-meet these imaginary friends, I cry as we say hello.
The photograph of the little girl above sits on my desktop every day, watching my words, whispering to me to keep going.
I’m writing very quickly, my prose concise and sharp, my whole mind at the coal face. I guess that sort of thing happens when a story has been waiting, waiting, waiting for so many years to be told.
So cheers, friends here in this space. I hope 2017 is unboxing all manner of long-held dreams for all of you.