I've got quite a personal post today. A post about anxiety, heartache, discovery and in the end, immense satisfaction.

I love the 'new feels' of starting a new book. It's exciting, fun, and the possibilities are endless. Trouble is, those feelings don't always hang around.

I'm really excited that my 15th novel is coming out in early November. I know I say this often, but if you'd told me 11 years ago that I would write one novel, let alone 15, I'm not sure I would have ever believed you!

When I was a kid, I used to spend recess and lunch in the library.

I guess there are a few of you who think that's a bit geeky and boring; for me, it was anything but.

'Have you put on sunscreen?' Mum always used to ask as I headed out the door to ride my bike or go swimming.

I hated sunscreen.

To re-read or not? That is the question!

You can probably see from the creases in the spines of these books that they've been handled a lot. I mean, a lot!

STARTING FROM NOW doesn't hit the shelves until October 5, but you've got the opportunity to get your hands on a copy, a month early!

Are you feeling a little tired? Don't feel like reading a bedtime story to the kids? Well, I've got your problem solved! Pop them into bed and let Jack and I read them my latest children's book, What Should a Horse Say?

I watched with annoyance the ABC’s 4 Corners report on glyphosate and its ‘carcinogenic causing’ qualities, then with amusement when the 7.30 report started its series on Australia: how big is too big?

I'm sure you all know that Where the River Runs is coming very soon! 1st of November, in fact. About six weeks. BUT... Here's your chance to be the first to read a sampler of Where the River Runs. YAY!

There is a Facebook photo with a picture of a strawberry saying: ‘Cut ‘em up, don’t throw ‘em out. Please continue to support Aussie Farmers through berry tough times.’ What a great campaign created through horrible circumstances.

A few months ago, we had another L-plater enter the house. The older daughter is already a P-plater, so I’d had my fair share of hanging out of the passenger’s seat; knew what it was like, what directions to give, how to be calm and soothing when really all I wanted to do was scream.

Having been a farmer for twenty years, I can tell you what the reality of drought is: it’s dry, dusty paddocks, with little or no grass. It’s dams that have nothing but mud in the bottom; sheep or cattle getting stuck as they search for water.