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A Writer’s Journey (…to Byron) by Justin Sheedy (PART 1)

15 August 2010
Author Justin Sheedy

Author Justin Sheedy





As a first-time published author, I had been looking forward to being part of the Byron Bay Writers Festival for months.  Though this last sentence is not quite true…  I had, more accurately, been quivering in a Voodoo Rage of delicious anticipation ever since last March when Festival Director, Jeni Caffin, sat down at my book-signing table at Mary Ryan’s Books, Byron Bay, and said, “What are you doing first week of August?”

I gave thanks to Bruceos, Ancient Greek god of Getting What You Want After a Very Long Time:  It seemed I’d written a book that you would wish on your dog.  But more importantly, it was now becoming apparent that I wasn’t the single person on The Planet who thought so.  The thing is, at one time I had been.  Though I shouldn’t have…

Goodbye CrackernightIf you’ve ever been sagely advised that the thing you’ve put your whole heart and soul into, sorry, just doesn’t cut it, then you’ll know how I felt some time back when a fairly veteran published author told me precisely that about my book, Goodbye Crackernight.  And he was dead right.  It was, in fact, a very nearly useless morass of good ideas out of which a Book would have to be excavated.  The thing is, this veteran author didn’t even think that.

Luckily for me, by that time I had assimilated the Three Golden Rules of Publishing.

  1. Persistence.
  2. Persistence.
  3. Persistence.

By the time my neighbours had become fully resigned to the sound of a grown man biting off wallpaper between rabid bouts of typing, swearing, light-bulbs going off, some bursting, pennies dropping, sobbing, straining, advanced labour contractions, more typing, it seemed I’d… maybe… well, fixed it.

Goodbye Crackernight was published at the end of last year.  At the beginning of this year, I received a phone call.  It was a woman, her name was Julie, a journalist for the Byron Shire Echo.  You can always tell when someone is smiling down a phone line, can’t you.  But the really lovely thing was that, though I’d never spoken to her before, there was this tone in her voice as if we’d spoken many times already.  She said she’d read the book, she was still laughing, also crying, and thanked me for writing it.  After I’d regained consciousness, she said she’d be in touch.  And that she fully intended to give my book key coverage in the special Festival Week Edition of the Byron Shire Echo.

To this day I don’t know whether Julie of the Echo phoned Jeni of the Festival or indeed whether Arthur phoned Martha or visa versa, who knows, but re the Byron Bay Writers Festival 2010, yours truly was On the Program.

Now the Program hadn’t been finalised as yet but, while I waited for my official ‘Acceptance of Invitation to the Festival’ paperwork to arrive in the post, Jeni Caffin cleared me to blab to the Ether.  In due course I wrote a short article on this website in which I described my gobsmackedness.  Over the next weeks I delighted in the Facebook activity surrounding this article, receiving and responding to a plethora of supportive comments from contacts old and new:  My thanks go out to Sharon Lee Ford, Damien Hood, Liz Williams, Marny Bonner, Chris Thornton, Donna Barlow, Ariana Klepac, Carolyn Angelin, Karen Baranenko, Danielle Shacklock, Yasmine Wick, Beccy Connell and Trish Lawson to name but a few.  Two individuals, however, were responsible for the Facebook contact ‘snowball effect’ that ensued: Melissa MacLean and Lisa Elias.  My sincere thanks to both of them, particularly to the excellent Ms Elias who described my writing style as one of ‘detailed brevity’ – as description I’ll long cherish as I still aspire to it.  I must make a special mention here of three others for reasons that will become apparent in the ensuing paragraphs: short-story writing Jody Luanne Cavanagh, Lynda Taylor (Lynda has recently published Women I Adore), and Sandy Neilen, who wrote the following mini review of Goodbye Crackernight on this website.

Sandy Neilen

“Just finished…  A great read with lots of heart.  It is a special gift to be able to take people back and help them remember without getting in the way too much.  It was punchy yet descriptive enough to get the memories stirred.  Loved the way you engaged the senses, prompted the mind and allowed a good giggle.  Please write – more… more… more.”

I had to be heavily sedated for most of April as, when the ‘Invitation Acceptance’ paperwork arrived in the mail, I made a discovery:  They pay you for taking part in the Festival.  Also, Jeni Caffin emailed me a ‘sneak’ preview of the Festival Sessions I would be involved in, all to be kept top secret for the moment with the Official Program still not released…

Sunday 8 August 10:45am-12, “You Can’t Pick ‘Em But You Can Pick ‘Em Clean: Families as Fodder For Writing”.  Here I’d be on a ‘panel’ with authors Susan Maushart, Brian Thacker, and one of my comic heroes, Tony Martin, chaired by Australian publishing czarina, Irina Dunn.  Plus another panel from 4-5pm, “Simpler Times: Boyhoods of the Past” with veteran authors, Peter Skrzynecki and Rodney Hall.  I raced out and read all their books to be featured at the Festival, my favourites being Tony Martin’s Lolly Scramble and Peter Skrzynecki’s Boys of Summer – which I dearly hope all of you will read: a hauntingly beautiful/tragic portrait of his childhood in 1950s suburban Australia.

In June, the Festival Program was released, clearing me to publicise the above details and try to whip up an online vibe generally.  Jeni Caffin instructed me: “Go ape.”  Which I did.  And my Festival Involvement Confirmation package contained an item of Pure Gold: the email addresses of all the writers on the Program.  (Yessss!!!  NOW for some heavy-duty harassment and stalking of Famous People!)

In July, having written a longer article on this site re my personal pick of Festival events and my involvement in it, I emailed the authors I’d be on with as well as a few other celebrities mentioned, saying how very much I was looking forward to meeting them on Festival Grand Opening Night.  I received some lovely replies, including a few from Tony Martin – I’d told him that his portrait in Lolly Scramble of all that is so right with all that can go so very wrong in Amateur Theatre was the most resonantly funny passage of writing I’ve read in ages.  From our exchanges, he’s clearly a very nice man indeed.  Oh, and in Kathy Lette’s reply, she referred to me a ‘spunkrat’ and a ‘literary love-god’ in the space of a single email. (!)  What a very perceptive person Kathy is…

But August finally arrived and, on the eve of the Festival, I received a phone call from author Peter Skrzynecki, who said he was looking forward to meeting me at the Festival and our panel together though, in his experience of such festivals, they were often characterised by a feeling of anti-climax.  “But at least it will have happened,” he said.

On Tuesday morning, August 3rd, release date for the Festival Week Edition of the Byron Shire Echo, I rabidly checked online.  I’d been sweating on Julie’s promised ‘key coverage’ of my book for months and this was the week, this was the day, this was the hour.  And what do I find?!

Julie of the Bryon Shire Echo had come through.

The Echo’s Festival Supplement opened with my recent online article on the Festival, almost in its entirety.  There was my ugly mug.  There was the cover of Goodbye Crackernight.  And from there the day went from excellent to excellenter as ABC North Coast phoned, asking me if I’d care to do a live phone interview the next morning on my book and the Festival.

Would I?!!!

In the course of publicising my book, I’ve done a fair few radio interviews and, believe me, there is nothing like it, the most amazing privilege and pleasure:  You’ve worked really, really hard and long against all odds on something you can now be proud of and all they want you to do now is talk about it – ‘On Air’ red light, you’re ON…  It would suffice to say that there’s one job I would be happy to perform five days a week, nine to five for the rest of my life: Studio Guest.  No, I’d pay them.  You hear about prolific authors who are Introverted.  Yep, despite the fact they’ve forged a successful career closed to 99.9% of the population telling the whole world all about what they think, they are ‘Introverted’.  Fine:  One side of their personality is desperately shy and private, the other side compensates for it.  But I say to these ‘introverted authors’, “Can I please have your next radio spot?  You won’t enjoy it, and I’ll love it.  Thank you.”

Anyway, at the appointed hour golden morning light beams in through the kitchen window, the smell of freshly-brewed coffee wafting as the phone rings.  It’s Justine of ABC North Coast Radio.  A perfect moment in one’s life.

Friday August 6th is my Big Day:  I’m flying up to Byron Bay – I’ll be staying with my parents a half hour south in Alstonville which I always love and am I looking forward to Opening Night!  The Literati and Glitterati will be assembled at The Byron Bay Surf Club, and, just to be sure, I’ve checked with the Festival Director the previous day: I’m ON the List.  Phoning the Festival office from my parents’ place – just to check that my ticket will be waiting for me at the door to the grand gala – the voice on the other end of the line says, “Um, look I have to stop you there…  Opening Night?  That was last night.”

(Insert sound effect here: Bagpipes being machine-gunned, dying with a groan of tragic deflation.)

Yes, having, for months, believed that Opening Night was on Friday August 6th 2010, having been told by a string of successful authors, “Yep, see you there, Justin”, having written an extended online article about how much I was looking forward to Opening Night on Friday August 6th then having had that article printed as the lead story on the Festival in a commercial newspaper, and finally having checked that I was indeed on the Opening Night guest-list… it was on Thursday night.  It always has been.  Every year.

Kathy Lette

The sight of a grown man weeping is never an easy one for onlookers to bear, let alone for the parents of that grown man, but, on the bright side, at least now my poor father would not have to bear the sight of me pouring myself into his car at the end of Opening Night reeking of martinis and cigarettes and wearing Kathy Lette’s lipstick and feather boa.  Seriously though, I relished the bonus evening in a whirlwind weekend that I could now spend in the company of me dear mum and dad.  Barbeque!

The morning of Saturday 6th August was cool, bright and perfectly clear – festival weather from heaven.  Walking through the main gates, I must admit I felt proud of the VIP pass hanging around my neck – may as well be, my first time could be my last time.  Besides, it would open so many doors for me over the coming weekend – well, at least the one on the Executive Porta-loo.  (No queues! …You know how these festivals can be.)  And indeed it could be my first and last time, for which reason my idealised hope-against-hope ambition for the weekend, in addition to my ‘panel’ appearances going smoothly and being well received, was that a conveniently passing Publisher might ask me about my NEXT BOOK

With my panel appearances tomorrow, today was for taking in the vibe, and what a vibe it was: Wall-to-wall book-lovers strolling between and packing out three huge marquees and three minor, something excellent underway in each at all times.  My first impression of the Festival was that the crowd was overridingly Female:  Think Left-leaning cashmere shawls, expensive sunglasses, funky jewellery, a dramatically coloured hairdo here and there, the occasional poncho and male.  For this is the demographic that buys, reads, and (not surprisingly) publishes books in this country.  On the morrow, I resolved, I would try to speak to them.

Tony Martin

Still, my must-see event of the morning was “30 Minutes with Tony Martin”.  As the moment for his appearance approached, I hovered about the wings of the marquee, supremely ready to converse with my ‘fellow author’.  Then there he was…

“H-h-hi, T-Tony…  M-My name’s J-Justin um,” I drop my sunglasses, stoop to recover, “…Jus-tin ah,” rising up I hit my head on the marquee guy-cable, “look I forget what the rest of my name is right now but hi!”

“Yeah, hi, Justin.  Hey, that bit you said you like from Lolly Scramble, that’s what I’m doing today!”

Tony went on, was introduced, and began to read.  What then transpired was 30 solid minutes of mass hilarity.  What had seemed very, very funny to me as printed words on a page was transformed, by Tony’s vocal performance of it, into something quite transcendentally comic:  As if the passage hadn’t been written to be read but to be performed,  the few hundred in the audience simply lifted from one level of delight to the next from start to finish.

And, hell, I was on with this guy tomorrow?

Next Up: “In Conversation – Living it Large: Two Wildly Worldly Women” where, to another capacity crowd, Kathy Lette and Gretel Pinniger would share something of their remarkable lives.  Kathy Lette, who needs no introduction, was at the height of her sassy, wicked-quipping form.  For some readers though, Ms Pinniger may need some introduction:  Gretel Pinniger, a.k.a. ‘Madame Lash’, was an iconic figure of the 1970s/80s Australian avant-garde, a stripper, artist and performer extraordinaire, a breaker of boundaries.  Up on this stage, however, she did not seem happy, mentioning that she felt her recently published biography had portrayed her performance persona, but had missed the true essence of Her.  I don’t assume she intended to, but she projected a sense that her ‘wild life’ had taken its toll on her, and her gravity, her sadness, flowed through the crowd.  Though Lette was supportive, as was the crowd, it seemed for one dreadful moment, that Gretel could not go on and that ‘the plug’ might have to be pulled on the event.  Just as it seemed so, Gretel began an extended poem on her life and experiences, something that could not be called a ‘performance’, as, in moment, it was real.  It was Truth.  It was Dignity.  At the end of it, many were crying.

Yet if there is any living icon to the words, ‘The show must go on’, it was that profoundly impressive woman…  And go on it did.

Next: “Truth and Nothing But the Truth: Getting History Right”, where Mike Carlton discussed his latest release, Cruiser, the true story of the life and death of warship HMAS Perth torpedoed in World War Two.  Here Carlton referred to the young adults of that generation as ‘the finest generation Australia has ever produced’:  In Carlton’s opinion, they lived through the Great Depression and hardly ever grumbled, then not only went to war just as selflessly, but triumphed.  Countering this, chair Mungo MacCallum offered a story told to him by his friend, iconic Australian author, George Johnston:  The story was also the true one of the young Australian soldiers of the 8th Division en route to the Middle East in transport ships at the outset of World War Two.  On board with them were a number of young (and very new) Australian Army officers who were ‘unpopular’, one would assume, due to their perceived incompetence to lead other young men into battle.  Each night as these unfortunates passed the ordinary soldiers’ hold in the ship, they would be taunted with a low and menacing chant of, “Sharrrk meat… Sharrrk meat…”  In conclusion, it is a matter of historical fact that a number of these new officers did NOT disembark from the ship when it berthed in the Middle East.  (!)  In response to this, Carlton emphasised that he did not intend to gloss over such truths or unduly idealise the generation he referred to, rather, to pay homage to the ‘overriding decency’ of the generation as a whole.

Due in part to my frenetic book-spruiking duties in the Dymocks Books Marquee (more of this in Part 2), I was only able to catch the last few minutes of “Writing, Growing and Bob”, featuring author Blanche d’Alpuget and a certain Mister Hawke.  A few words from the man himself will, however, stay with me…

“Look.  I have no problem with Tony Abbott as a man…  None whatsoever…  Not as a person…  But his ideas are DISASTEROUS.  He would be a very DANGEROUS Prime Minister.”

With the light turning golden, shadows lengthening, it was time for me to catch my ride back home to Alstonville – my faithful old dad waiting for me in the car just outside the Festival gates.  As I ambled down that dusty road, tired but happy, dear readers, I found myself approaching two smiling faces.  And, yes, they were smiling at me.  Could it be?  Was it…?  Yes, it was.  Jody Luanne Cavanagh and Lynda Taylor from Facebook.  What a lovely way for me to end my first day at the Festival, walking, laughing and talking as we did like old friends down that road.  (And Jody had just won the Festival’s live-performance Hemmingway-style short story competition this very day!)  Our respective lifts just up ahead, they would see me tomorrow, they promised.



When I would be ON.

DON’T MISS PART 2 of A Writer’s Journey (…to Byron)





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8 Comments leave one →
  1. Trish Lawson permalink
    17 August 2010 11:34 pm

    Your so open and honest, like a long lost friend, can’t wait to meet you one day.

  2. 17 August 2010 11:47 pm

    And me you. What a lovely comment, Trish. Thank you.

  3. 4 January 2011 10:21 pm

    I have been meaning to write and say thank you for your thank you (as it were) and for mentioning me on this page. I was pleased to have been part of the “snowball effect” and hope that Goodbye, Crackernight continues to take you to all kinds of interesting places.

  4. 5 January 2011 7:53 pm

    Only too glad to give thanks where it’s due, Melissa. You were instrumental in the flood of support and awareness for the book that ensued. And cheers for the continued good wishes. (!) All the best to you and family for 2011.


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