Some of my favorite writers are featured in this issue – like John Howell and Marie Bailey (and even me!)
There wasn’t any fireworks in our city centre on New Years Eve.
Any official fireworks, that is.
At around a quarter to midnight, when I was sitting comfortably on my couch, gin in hand, a huge bang went off outside.
I raced on to my balcony to find a fireworks display going on in the middle of the street, literally metres away from my apartment window. For those of you who aren’t aware, fireworks are illegal in all states of Australia. Highly illegal, according to a police statement released in the following days.
But I took a timely lesson from those kids who ran giggling and screaming off into the bushes that New Years Eve, thrilled with their devious ingenuity.
If no one is going to put on a fireworks display for you, you better do it yourself.
And it is what The Paperbook Collective is all about, I guess…
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