Baggage cover

It’s here! Innit classy? The design is by Andrew J. McKiernan.

I will always remember how writing my story for this anthology was like chewing my own leg off. And I will also remember Gillian Polack’s editorial patience, conscientiousness, and hand-holding.

Not really related to cultural baggage, but Australian anyway: I’m feeling left out. For the past five years my fellow Melburnians, in their boho-bogan way, have been wearing spray-on jeans and calf-high boots (ugg, biker, musketeer, cavalry, take your pick) in the winter. It seems to have become a sort of municipal costume. And I don’t have any spray-on jeans, and while I do have boots, they’re go-go boots that don’t really go over jeans. Do I take the plunge? I’m feeling more and more old hat, even mumsy, in my bootleg jeans over mid-heel shoes. I don’t think I’m even going to have time to go shopping for costumes this visit, but maybe next year, if the tides of fashion haven’t turned…