The last day of the Melbourne Writers Festival, 10 days of talking, listening, and word related creativity is finally coming to a close. But there are still 32 sessions on the program and that’s not including Magazine, ArtPlay and all the other activities. Where to start? The first session was the clue – it was to be a day of mysterious crime.
Maybe I was jaded, maybe I’d seen just too much. The day was grey and the morning wet, without a lot to recommend being under the big wide sky. I found myself headed to a small dark room. I wasn’t alone. Three men sat waiting. They wanted to talk. I could feel the dark side was tugging at me like dog a on a lead…it was a lead I knew I’d have to investigate… I could only hope picking up the traces wouldn’t smell as bad as what my dog left behind. Little did I know then what all this talk would tell me…
