All posts by Tangea Tansley

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Reading the Gibb River Road

As we prepared to tackle some of the more challenging aspects of our Gibb River Road adventure, we received a piece of salutary advice from the attractive young manager at […]

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The write routine

bee-eaters brightwheel above this lucky country this uncertain world   The write routine. Blessed routine. And the greatest antidote I know to unremitting change. When once I said that I […]

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Writing mind games

How can I describe the last four months – no single adjective will do – my memory projects it back to me in slightly blurred frames like the transient sights […]

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Story magic

Where would we be without magic? For me, it’s never far away, but over recent months it has been feeding into my life on the most unpredictable occasions in the […]

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Let’s talk writing: 2016 Sydney Writers’ Festival

So why go to a writers’ festival when you have to cope with crowds and the inevitable queues? As a recent letter in a local paper posited: why not just […]

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My 70th move lies ahead

Key among my bucketful of wishes after my second husband died was a wish not to travel, but rather to cease travelling, or at least to slow down the petty […]

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Riveting reading

Led by the trusted opinions of four or five of the Australian Book Review’s critics in their year-end round-up of best reads for 2015, how could I not pick up […]

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Oman — simply spectacular

They call it ‘eye of mountain’ – that special place in this desert country where a sparkling stream will  spring clear of its mother mountain. Scrawled above an aqueduct of […]

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‘The Best Book I Ever Read?’

‘What’s the best book you ever read?’ I’m in a bookshop surrounded by a Christmas crush of ardent buyers and I look around and then down to find a young […]

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The sign that inspired the winning story

Last month I wrote of the ‘couple of stories’ that had been ‘gifted’ to me – one inspired by a cardboard sign tacked to a tree not far from my […]