Sunday, October 6, 2019

The Third Thing

Out of nowhere today I remembered being nineteen and standing in a check out at a big supermarket in San Francisco and seeing Thelma & Louise on the cover of Time and having a sense of its hugeness. I think I'm just emotional because I just watched the last episode of Nashville. Damn Callie Khouri!



"All of this came out in the screenplay: the two friends, one orderly, wounded, and sardonic, the other a pliant, lovable flake; the shifting of power in a crisis, where the ditz takes the reins and saves the day; the sweet revenge served to tits-and-ass-obsessed jerks; that “third thing” two people become in a fast car; the fact that being violated once can make a law-abiding, shell-shocked person snap the next time, raise a gun and pull the trigger. “You get what you settle for” became the script's tagline. The two characters “kind of named themselves as I wrote,” says Khouri. The zany one was Thelma Dickinson; the controlled one, Louise Sawyer."

From: https://www.vanityfair.com/news/2011/03/the-making-of-thelma-and-louise-201103

Sunday, August 25, 2019

Julia Fullerton-Batten - Teenage Stories


Adolescent girls can often be caught day-dreaming, just staring into space, immersed in their own thoughts and fantasies. For a while they inhabit an imaginary world. At this vulnerable age their imaginary world appears to be bigger, grander, more real than their own mundane suburban surroundings. In this fantasy world girls feel that they have much more power than in their everyday lives.


- Source: https://www.juliafullerton-batten.com/projecttext.php?catNo=1&gallNo=19




Sunday, August 18, 2019

'Emotional Cartography' at Girls Write Up - Wodonga

here's one I prepared earlier
I'm so excited to be participating in another Stella Schools Girls Write Up event - this time in Wodonga on Thursday October 17th.

Girls Write Up is an all-day festival for teens that teaches empowerment through writing and sharing stories.

I'll be facilitating a workshop on 'Emotional Cartography' - we'll be making memory maps*, considering our significant sites and using them as a springboard to writing.

The Girls Write Up sessions are safe spaces for experimenting and creating and coming to new ideas. The line up (so far) is terrific :) and features a keynote from Carly Findlay, and workshops from graphic novelist Mandy Ord and slam poetry with Lorin Elizabeth.

All the info is here
You can also look at the program here



*(Readers of Take Three Girls, my novel with Fiona Wood and Cath Crowley will find a mini-mapping workshop in one of the St Hilda's Wellness Program 'handouts' ...)


An Ode to Teenage Places

Doncaster Shoppingtown a long long time ago

When I was small my roaming range was limited to home and primary school, but gradually I was given more freedom. At 11 I would get on my BMX and ride down to the milk-bar for a Cadbury’s Snack (my favourite flavour was pineapple; I tolerated coconut ice).
On my bike I was intrepid, riding as far as the creek, or to friends’ houses, or to the spreading almost-built estates. When I rode my bike I sang. I like to picture myself at that age: singing and standing on my pedals, like nothing was better than being alive, in possession of chocolate and zooming through a landscape.
At 13 my range widened again. Now I was allowed to catch public transport, mostly with my sisters, but sometimes alone. The fun wore off fairly quickly. I was a lazy girl who liked a lift. We lived in the sticks and it seemed like I spent many useless hours on public transport – I hadn’t yet learnt to kill time by reading.
If looking at the other passengers disturbed (why did grown-ups always look so worn out?) looking out the window wasn’t much better. The scenery never changed, and I felt similarly static.
In year 9, I changed schools – now my commute encompassed walking, buses, trains and trams. This ‘‘widening’’ was external but it was internal as well. I didn’t consciously sit myself down and ask, ‘‘Hey, who do you want to be now?’’ but unconsciously the question churned.

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Goodbye Gemini

When I was a teenager my greatest discoveries came from the TV guide. Every week I would interrogate it, circling the movies I wanted to watch. The most appealing ones came on in the wee small hours. I would wait until everyone was asleep, and then sneak out to the lounge to sit inches away from the screen and watch with the sound down low.

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Friday, February 15, 2019

My Summer of Blood



After I read Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret, I was obsessed with getting my period. I knew it was coming, but I didn't know when and the not knowing made the feeling of anticipation almost palpable. I checked my undies relentlessly. The slightest gut ache was a definite sign and nothing to do with excess Milo consumption. I had questions but no one to ask.

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