Inside every author is there a film director trying to get out?
I don't know, but I have noticed that a lot of books these days come out with short movie trailers.
Now, as I have a slightly geeky side, a penchant for taking photos and access to a brother who knows his way around Final Cut Express I thought to myself, hey - how hard could it be?
As it turns out, quite tricky. It meant mastering the basics of what is a very, very, very cool and complex bit of software.
Now, as I'm working on the follow up to The Old School at the moment, I couldn't afford to spend too long on this. So, over the last few days I've rationed myself to a few hours of playing after putting in some solid word time.
But my goodness, it's fun! And, I can only imagine, much quicker once you actually know what you are doing.
Anyway, after a couple of hours of repairing mistakes and polishing it all up last night (the polishing and repairing done by big brother Robert - thank you) - we had a "thing" - a book trailer.
And here it is ... housed at youtube at the moment.
Enjoy.
The Old School - The Book Trailer
Friday, May 28, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Highlights of the 2010 Sydney Writers Festival
As Sydney Writers Festival recedes into the rear vision mirror, here's my highlights of #swf2010.
Lenny Bartulin and Neil Cross gave exceedingly good crime panel and were teamed up a few times over the days. They seemed to develop some good chemistry, making each other laugh as well as the audience. When it comes to giving a thumbnail sketch of the lads it's tempting to see them as source material for a potential crime-writer-buddies-sit-com; a recovering poet and an escapee from Booker Prize nomination, out do each other in finding the remotest places on earth in which to live (Tasmania and NZ) and write crime. And all this before Neil Cross even lifted the veil on Spooks.
"If something is too big to fail, it is, by definition TOO BIG".
So said Bill McKibben, who then went on to give the speculative fiction idea that's been knocking about the back of my mind some truly frightening substance. His latest book EAARTH ought to be shoved into the hand of every politician on this poor old planet. I'd really like to see Banksy get creative with the number 350 as well; www.350.org explains why that's the number that needs to be emblazoned on our minds, in our hearts and tattooed into the consciousness of every politician in town.
On a panel entitled "Too late to save?" but which everyone agreed should have been called - "We're screwed", Raj Patel was prepared to name names and apportion blame. When a guy who's worked for the World Bank and the IMF is prepared to name and shame and use the "C" word - Capitalism - when asked for the reasons behind poverty and hunger, then it's time to sit up and listen. He was insistent, and it's a point worth repeating, that he is not advocating a returning to mud huts or de-inventing the wheel. Rather, he is arguing for a fundamental shift in thinking about they way we humans have chosen to organise ourselves and in doing so he points out the hairy spotty bottoms of the Economic Masters of the Universe who have spent far too long prancing about encouraging us all to admire their fine and fancy pants.
On a personal note I finally got to meet and have a drink with my long-distance, long-suffering editor Jo Rosenberg, from Penguin. Released from her desk to wander blinking about in the daylight, we managed to catch up, talk a lot and get in a couple of glasses of wine before dashing off in different directions to different events. Such is the fun of the festival.
Final event for me was a visit to the SH Ervin Gallery for more wine and cheese and a peek at the Salon des Refusés before a talk by Grace Karskens and Ian Hoskins on Sydney Colony and Sydney Harbour. Then a trip to the Sydney Observatory to gaze at the Moon and Mars and Saturn.
Not even a rainy Sydney could ruin it. The crime sessions were full, the environment sessions were full, the wharves were buzzing - lots of people still like to read it seems.
Lenny Bartulin and Neil Cross gave exceedingly good crime panel and were teamed up a few times over the days. They seemed to develop some good chemistry, making each other laugh as well as the audience. When it comes to giving a thumbnail sketch of the lads it's tempting to see them as source material for a potential crime-writer-buddies-sit-com; a recovering poet and an escapee from Booker Prize nomination, out do each other in finding the remotest places on earth in which to live (Tasmania and NZ) and write crime. And all this before Neil Cross even lifted the veil on Spooks.
"If something is too big to fail, it is, by definition TOO BIG".
So said Bill McKibben, who then went on to give the speculative fiction idea that's been knocking about the back of my mind some truly frightening substance. His latest book EAARTH ought to be shoved into the hand of every politician on this poor old planet. I'd really like to see Banksy get creative with the number 350 as well; www.350.org explains why that's the number that needs to be emblazoned on our minds, in our hearts and tattooed into the consciousness of every politician in town.
On a panel entitled "Too late to save?" but which everyone agreed should have been called - "We're screwed", Raj Patel was prepared to name names and apportion blame. When a guy who's worked for the World Bank and the IMF is prepared to name and shame and use the "C" word - Capitalism - when asked for the reasons behind poverty and hunger, then it's time to sit up and listen. He was insistent, and it's a point worth repeating, that he is not advocating a returning to mud huts or de-inventing the wheel. Rather, he is arguing for a fundamental shift in thinking about they way we humans have chosen to organise ourselves and in doing so he points out the hairy spotty bottoms of the Economic Masters of the Universe who have spent far too long prancing about encouraging us all to admire their fine and fancy pants.
On a personal note I finally got to meet and have a drink with my long-distance, long-suffering editor Jo Rosenberg, from Penguin. Released from her desk to wander blinking about in the daylight, we managed to catch up, talk a lot and get in a couple of glasses of wine before dashing off in different directions to different events. Such is the fun of the festival.
Final event for me was a visit to the SH Ervin Gallery for more wine and cheese and a peek at the Salon des Refusés before a talk by Grace Karskens and Ian Hoskins on Sydney Colony and Sydney Harbour. Then a trip to the Sydney Observatory to gaze at the Moon and Mars and Saturn.
Not even a rainy Sydney could ruin it. The crime sessions were full, the environment sessions were full, the wharves were buzzing - lots of people still like to read it seems.
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