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What ever you do-Don't get caught.
In primary school, I was bored witless by Australian history.
I'm a very nervy kind of person, who finds it almost impossible to relax.
I'm a hacker!" Cadel protested. "I don't poison people! I don't blow them up!
I always had a soft spot for Sherlock Holmes and used to imagine helping him out.
There's nothing quite as exciting or moving as the very finest literary non-fiction.
Right" he said "Let's get one thing clear. I am not here to teach you law-I am here to teach you loopholes.
I write books for all age groups - young kids, teenagers and adults - because I get a range of different ideas.
The fact that I ended up married to a decent man is still a source of amazement to me, thanks to 'The Women's Room.'
When you're a dweeb, when you're really young, it stands out. But as everybody gets older and more conservative, it's not an issue any more.
I was always told you're not going to make much money from writing. You can actually do it. Now I've built a really good, big house out of words.
Mostly I wanted to be a writer, though for a couple of years there I wanted to be an animator, because I loved drawing and capturing beautiful movements.
I'm not a risk-taker; that's probably why I write - because when you're easily bored, but you don't like taking risks, you end up doing it all in your head.
I was lucky enough to be a child during the renaissance of Australian children's literature, when people like Ivan Southall, Colin Thiele, Lilith Norman and Wrightson were pumping out hugely inspiring stuff.
You don't believe it because you don't understand," he said hoarsely. "Prosper was different. He wasn't like other people. He might have hated me, but he loved me too. In his own way. He couldn't help it; not after raising me for all those years." When no one responded – when he saw nothing but expressions of disbelief on the faces around him – Cadel wailed, "He did! He did! I know he did! He only wanted to wreck my life because he wasn't a part of it!" And as sympathetic hands reached out towards him from every corner of the car, Cadel began to cry like someone whose heart was breaking.