Every book has a story of its own.

My latest novel, Evergreen Falls, has been released this week in Australia (with forthcoming editions in the United States and other places…). I started writing this book over a year ago, when I made a mid-winter visit to the Blue Mountains for research and planning. Most of the book was then written at the lovely place in this photograph, a beautiful nineteenth century guesthouse at Wentworth Falls, over the summer of 2013/2014. Every day, I would get up and go for a run, then come back for breakfast, then write all day, then spend the afternoon hiking around the Falls, trying to nut out plot problems in my head.

Every book has its journey, too, with publication as its final destination. So when the whole world says hello to Evergreen Falls, I say goodbye to it. With that goodbye, I often feel quite nostalgic for the months when I was researching and writing it. Today, with the change of the season up here in Brisbane, I’ve found myself longing to be back in the cool of the Blue Mountains, visiting again with my imaginary friends Flora and Sam and Violet and Lauren.

There’s a little video about the book here: