What I’ve learnt as a self-published author of 7 novels

Lessons Learned From The Self-Publishing Journey – Guest Post by Melissa Pouliot

First published by Polgarus Studio, 2017, but remains relevant today, in 2025!

Our guest blogger is Australian crime writer Melissa Pouliot. Melissa’s books are inspired by the disappearance of her cousin Ursula Barwick and the publicity from her debut Amazon bestseller Write About Me, resulted in a new investigation into Ursula’s disappearance. As part of the release of her fifth novel FOUND, Melissa has offered to share a few of her book publishing experiences, some marketing tips and the things she’s learnt along the way:

In 2013 I attended a writer’s workshop in my beautiful coastal hometown of Merimbula, Australia, and met an author who was at the forefront of self-publishing technology. She’d been publishing her books on Amazon for a long time and spoke my language. I’d just finished my first crime novel, Write About Me, and a literary agent had returned it to me with a blunt, sharp note attached: Not strong enough for the current fiction market.

Determined to see my book baby on the shelf I was exploring other options, and publishing it myself made perfect sense. With a journalism degree, my own media and marketing company, excellent contacts in the printing and design industry and a completed manuscript it would be easy. Right?

Well, easy might not be the most suitable word, but I did it. And within a month Write About Me reached #1 on Amazon, and to date, five years later, more than 100,000 copies have been downloaded in the world’s biggest e-book store and thousands of paperback copies are sitting on people’s bookshelves around the world.

I’ve just been through the publishing process for the fifth time and I admit that I expected to be all over it and to know exactly what I’m doing. I’m reading success stories every day and am so inspired to keep moving forward, but I still have much to learn.

The honest truth is that I’m still tripping up along the way, having to resubmit my book covers more than once to meet Create Space requirements, discovering typos and missed words in my novels after they’re published, am not marketing my books half as well as I market my media company clients, and continually feel that time is my enemy. Sound familiar?

It is well time to write a few things down and read them back to myself, over and over, as I work towards perfecting my craft.

1. Know which genre your book fits into: it took me three years to work out that my novels are in the crime thriller genre. I tried to slot them into Young Adult but the language and adult themes, plus the general style mean that although young adults do enjoy them, they are not sitting neatly in the young adult category. I have also tried general fiction and women’s fiction and yes, they do fit into those categories but they are too broad and get lost. My Detective Rhiannon McVee series has some outback romance, but they don’t fit neatly into this category either because that theme is secondary. This all sounds so simple when I look back, and I feel like a bit of a goose, but often you are so close to your writing that you can’t see the forest for the trees. Once I realised I was an Australian female crime writer, and focussed on that genre, everything started to fall into place.

2. Focus on your strengths and outsource the rest: My strength is writing the book and project managing it right through to production. But to do this I need a team of people around me that can give me advice, provide their professional services an help me make my books the best they can be. I use a professional graphic designer for my book covers, book launch material and social media images. He also has a strong marketing sales background so he helps me step away from my tendency to try and fit too many words on the cover and strips it back to strong design, simple words and most importantly, building my author brand.

I also use Polgarus Studio for all my book formatting, something I did myself for my first two books before I found Jason and he changed my world. Although I do have strong desktop publishing skills and can follow the templates Amazon and Create Space supply, it takes me so long to format my books and little glitches such as page numbering do my head in. The time is far better spent on marketing, book launches, media interviews, keeping in touch with readers and the list of never-ending things that comes with publishing a book, and it has also taken a huge amount of stress off my shoulders.

3. Find a professional editor and proof-reader: Professional editing is something I’ve been doing for more than 22 years, but you need someone else to go over your book because I can tell you from experience – you’ll always miss something (or lots!). Like when I discovered, just as I was about to order my first major print run of FOUND for my first book launch event, that one of my characters changed his bike from a Harley Davidson to a Triumph. And this was after my book had been through a three-month editing process involving four editors. It is this kind of logic (or lack thereof) that just cannot be explained! The beauty of self-publishing is that you can update your book as many times as you like, so if you run out of time before launch and have to get your book online, you can still meet deadline then go back to the book when the pressure is off and fix up things that have been missed. I have just discovered that Polgarus Studio provide an editing and proof-reading service so I am now planning to have their professional eye over all five of my books and achieve a consistent style and make improvements to formatting, and I just know they’re going to find a typo or two.

4. Find a professional cover artwork designer with experience in book publishing: When I first published Write About Me I worked with a fabulous graphic designer and my artistic younger brother to design the most creative, out of this world, unique book cover on the market. Unfortunately none of us had any experience in book covers so we missed some vital aspects. My name was so small you had to hold the book up to your face to see it. The hand-drawn sign post and pavers have layer upon layer of meaning to me, but those meanings are not clear unless you get an opportunity to break it down and explain it to people. When your book thumbnail is sitting amongst millions of other books, obscure meanings don’t cut it. The cover needs to make your book jump off the screen or the shelf, and immediately reveal to the reader what it’s about. You also need to build up a recognition of your name, which is your most important marketing tool, so that it becomes recognisable in an instant when people see your covers. Because I am writing a series, I also needed to find a way to link my series books, so we have now introduced a new element to the front that show clearly which books are part of the series.

5. Set aside one day a month to market your books: Many writers have full-time occupations and their novel writing is what they do in their ‘spare time’. They also have family commitments, busy lives and despite being passionate about their writing, it doesn’t always pay off enough financially to give up their day jobs for. And let’s be honest, the writing, editing and publishing process can be so exhausting that by the time you publish your book you are over it. Also, many of us write so prolifically that by the time our books are published we are well on our way to writing the next one. These things combined mean we often sit our books on the shelves (real and virtual) and wait for them to sell. But books are no different to any other product, if you don’t shout them from the rooftops or have others shouting them from the rooftops, you are never going to reach your readers. You can listen to all the podcasts or read blogs from highly successful authors but how do you apply that yourself? One of the US authors in my mentor group, who has established herself in a short three years as a top ranking legal thriller author on Amazon, shared her method with me. She takes one day a month out of her life and spends that full day on book marketing. If you spend one day a month researching, writing blogs, doing paid ads, organising KDP Select promotions, scheduling Facebook posts, connecting with special interest groups who might be able to help with your book sales, building your newsletter list and updating your author website it won’t take be long before you start kicking goals. Prepare a spreadsheet so you can track the success of your marketing spend for the previous month, which will help you decide what you want to do next month. When you spend five minutes here, 20 minutes there and two seconds somewhere else, it gets completely overwhelming and you just go around and around in circles.

Keep writing: You all know the definition of overnight success don’t you? I will never forget reading an article with renowned Australian chef Maggie Beer where she says her ‘overnight success’ only took 20 years. Of course there are plenty of overnight success stories, but how do you establish your reputation, your brand, a loyal readership who will buy every new book you release? By being consistent, reliable and releasing new books. I read a blog early in my crime writing career which suggested you write for 10 minutes a day. As soon as I started doing that it opened up a whole new writing space for me. No matter how busy we are, we can all spare 10 minutes to write down a few words, can’t we? Some days that 10 minutes turns into 20, maybe 30 or maybe even a whole hour. It doesn’t matter what time of day you steal these 10 minutes, and I’ve found it can be as soon as I wake up, when I get back from a bike ride feeling inspired with a whole new character in my head, or while dinner is cooking and the kids are in the shower and not interrupting me.

Most importantly, do what you love and love what you do!

Happy birthday Dad, we miss you x

Today my Dad would have turned 79, but tragically his vehicle and a passenger train collided at the train crossing just two minutes from his home in 2023. We have so many questions about that day which we will never get answers to, and we need to accept that a tragic accident is simply that. There is no why or how, it just is.

I am mostly okay now, and am doing my best to live exactly how Dad would want – to the absolute fullest – but my grief catches up with me every now and then, making me wonder if I’ll ever really be okay.

Since our hearts were shattered on August 16, 2023, Dad has visited me twice in my dreams. The first was so vivid that when I woke up, for a moment I forgot he was gone.

He was full of life and vitality, standing in a crop somewhere on the NSW Liverpool Plains he loved so much. As usual he was wearing a squashed hat that he’d accidentally sat on. As usual he was grinning from ear to ear and talking non-stop – maybe something about the soil health, also likely something about the history of the farm and the people who’d walked this paddock in the generations before us.

I like to think Dad continues to walk over these rich, chocolate soils in his crooked hat telling stories that will never end.

John Waters Hosking, 23rd March 1946 – 16th August 2023

– In honour of our kind-hearted, country gentleman who was loved by many, I have published the story I wrote for him and gave at his memorial service at the Quirindi Sporting Clay Target Club on September 2, 2023 here.

– And here is one of my favourite photos of Dad with a twinkle in his eyes, living his life to the fullest, as he always did. Cheers to you Dad, we miss you x

 

 

 

Sunday Session: Contrasts of a writer’s life

Last week I shared the afterglow of my guest speaking engagement of International Women’s Day about my writer’s life and Detective Rhiannon McVee, and it started off with me speaking about the woman of many hats, or it could also be said, the woman of many contrasts!

I left Merimbula after the event, did a super quick change and pack, and drove for three hours to spend the weekend in Canberra on the sidelines in a basketball stadium while also managing to fit in some incredible dining out and a stint of shopping, before getting in the car again to drive another nine hours that landed me in the outback.

For those of you from overseas, Australia is having an autumn heatwave and so I’ve spent the past week in a very hot, dry, dusty outback – a stark contrast to last week when I stood on stage in front of 130 people.

The reason I share this is because one thing I really wanted to get across in my speech is that yes, I have had an incredible life and done many amazing things, but it’s not all glamour and glitz.

Lately it’s getting more obvious that social media ‘influencers’ or ‘want to be influencers’, are trying to make everything look amazing, glamorous and beautiful. In the right light, with multiple takes, and the increasing number of filters and camera tricks – you can look glamorous in the garden, in the hot sweaty kitchen with your dirty apron after cooking for five hours, in the outback when it’s forty degrees Celsius or even going for a run (I don’t run but if I did, I know I would definitely not look glamorous!)

That is not how real life is, and so this week I celebrate the many contrasts of my life – from glam to not so glam!

Melissa x

Book news – reader review for Rhiannon’s Last Look

A big shoutout to all my readers who contact me directly to share their feelings after reading my Detective Rhiannon McVee crime series and my Missing Annabelle Brown books. One that made me cry was from Aletia who has an incredible sense of humour. She’s also refreshingly honest, and this review gives me all the feels. For those who might be concerned, the cyclone wasn’t quite as bad as predicted but it was bad enough, and Aletia ended up without power for a really long time but is okay now. On the plus side, she read quite a few books after finishing mine, and I love how reading can take us to another place away from the stresses of our lives.

Well you’ve done it again! I’ve just finished Rhiannon’s Last Look and have so many questions. Damn you girl! Also with having ADHD makes it hard to focus, but not with your books. It’s been great while this cyclone is coming in to go to another place and escape what’s about to happen here.

Sunday Session: Rhiannon’s Last Look launch celebrates women, real and imagined

I had the privilege of being invited to be keynote speaker at the Merimbula International Women’s Day event, to a room of women of all ages. The event coincided with the official launch of Rhiannon’s Last Look and it was one of those ‘best days’.

It took me weeks to prepare my speech, only to be told the day before by my mother-in-law and book editor Lyn (86 years young) that I wasn’t allowed to read it. She also recommended not to jiggle or wave my arms around too much.

I had written the speech to be perfectly timed at 20 minutes, but I heeded her advice and the 130+ women in the room have her to thank for my 20 minute speech taking 38 minutes to deliver as I ad-libbed!

For those who weren’t there, here is what I wrote for all women, real and imagined.

Melissa x

March 7, 2025

Thank you for inviting me to speak today. It is an absolute honor and privilege to be in this room filled with incredible, amazing women, including my daughter Laura, and many of my friends who have been my women since I moved to the Sapphire Coast nearly 16 years ago – my women who have lifted me up and supported me and worked with me and played with me and had fun with me and made my life full and rich and blessed.

Many years ago, whenever I was interviewed on ABC by one of my favourite brekky show presenters, he would introduce me ‘the woman of many hats’. It’s a name that stuck, and I know all the women in this room will be able to relate to the many hats we wear every single day.

I’ve brought along a few of these hats, many of which really came into play when I became a mum – cricket mum, football mum, music lessons mum, dance mum, working mum, school mum, canteen mum, basketball mum and probably the most time consuming role of all, Uber Mum.

There’s also my outback fencing hat, catering company hat, Day for Daniel hat, missing persons hat, Sisters in Crime festival organiser hat, film, radio and podcast producer hat, magazine editor hat, freelance writer hat and crime writer hat.

We gather on International Women’s Day Under the theme of accelerate action – and those words excite me because to me they represent what women do best. Accelerate Action. It is the acceleration and action of women before me who have allowed my generation to believe we can do anything, we can adapt, we can find a way, we can reinvent ourselves, we can have it all.

It is because of them that I didn’t lose my job when I had my first child, that I could start my own media company when I was 27 and that I can stand here today as a wife of 27 years and mother of three, bestselling author of 7 crime novels, basketball canteen manager, Day for Daniel ambassador, missing persons advocate, business owner and someone who learnt to drive a John Deere 643R tractor (that’s a big green one) when I turned 50.

My life started in a small town named Quirindi where I was surrounded by strong women who worked from sunrise to sundown, ran households on the smell of an oily rag, grew their own food, hand-sewed our clothes, baked up a storm and were heavily involved in the community. I grew up in a traditional household where my father worked full time, and my Mum didn’t work outside of the home but from the minute her feet hit the floor in the morning until she climbed into bed late at night she didn’t stop. My parents both grew up on the land in the typical 1950s household where all the home jobs were done by the women, and everything was centred around keeping the man of the house happy. Mum definitely resisted against that – she could run the household with her eyes closed and fit in a whole lot more. She was on the hospital Auxiliary and started the very first volunteer program at the aged care centre. She was always at school canteen and there to lend a hand at just about every community event. Our cupboards were filled with home-baked goods and we lived a rural life of endless picnics and paddock barbecues and blackberry picking and hunting and gathering – literally – as many people on farms did. I lived in a small country town bubble, but my parents let me have a go at every sport and musical, theatrical, artistic and community project I wanted to jump into.

In this modern world in which we now live, it is difficult to imagine that Mum and my two grandmothers started their lives in tents on remote farms where they fished the nearby creeks for dinner and had no running water or electricity. It is a life we can barely imagine today, with all the luxuries and the connectivity and the online shopping and the world travel and the WhatsApp and the zooms. They adapted, found a way and made the best of their lives, and passed on their pioneering spirit and can-do attitudes down to me for me to pass onto my next generation.

Can you imagine that when I was a small child in the early 1970s, and Mum saved up to buy our first lounge set (gold, chord with decorative rounded arms) and was $100 short and was offered a loan by the furniture store as long as she had my Dad’s signature on the paperwork? She was 70km from our farm and wouldn’t be back for big shopping for another month. She smiled and said she’d be back shortly. After an appropriate amount of time had passed, she returned with the signed paperwork, very pleased with herself for her skill in forging Dad’s signature. Accelerate and act.

I took a gap year after Year 12 and worked as a governess on an outback Queensland sheep station near Cunamulla – when I say near, what I mean is that it took 90 minutes to drive to town for milk and bread, and when the children had a birthday party to go to, we would fly there in a tiny yellow plane. The woman of that household could do anything and was one of the most organised women I’ve ever met- both in the house and in the paddock. Honestly, she ran rings around ‘the man of the house’ and I often wondered how he would have survived without her. I remember a trip to town with a list of jobs a mile long, two young children, and back to back appointments booked and we got not one but two flat tyres on the way. She was dressed in a navy skirt, heels, a white shirt and pearls. I watched in awe as she changed the tyres on the side of a dusty outback road without getting a speck of dust on her town clothes, and marvelled at the fact we weren’t late to any of the appointments because she’d factored in potential time delays.

My outback adventure was never part of a long-held dream or plan – I had my sights set on a city career, but my Aunty Cheree, the mother of my cousin Ursula, took me to an outback employment agency and helped me find this job. We’d had a tumultuous few years after Ursula went missing when I was 15 and I think Aunty Cheree could see that I was lost, and needed to have a year away from my family, my small hometown and all the trauma of not knowing if Ursula was dead or alive before I started university.

After this gap year, I studied a Bachelor of Commerce, thinking I would end up in the corporate world as an accountant, but after two years I was still unable to do a bank reconciliation and realised my talents lay in words, not numbers.

So where did I end up? You wouldn’t believe it, but my first newspaper job was for the Cunamulla weekly paper, in the same part of outback Qld where I had spent my gap year. I was a young, green, enthusiastic and fairly clueless reporter who typed my stories on a typewriter and faxed them through to the editor where the printing presses were located, where they were retyped (with spelling mistakes!) and then put onto the presses.

I had no air-conditioning, just a $50 fan from Trev’s Bargain Emporium, which failed to keep up with the 45 plus temperatures in my very first newsroom. Thankfully, I backed onto a beer garden, because my office was part of an outback pub that filled the whole block, so I always had easy access to a cold drink at the end of the day.

I left the outback stepped into the big time to work in a newsroom of a tri weekly newspaper in Horsham in Victoria which had automatic doors, air conditioning and reception staff in uniforms.

Life was hectic, we were fast approaching the 2000s, and having learnt how to run every single aspect of the paper in my first five years, I had my sights set on becoming the first female editor of the Wimmera Mail-Times. (Side note – the Wimmera Mail-Times didn’t appoint a female editor until 2012 so I may have been waiting a while).

In 1999, along came my first child, putting my journalism ambitions well and truly on hold. I could never have imagined the ways becoming a mother changed my life and brought my best laid career plans to a screaming halt. I loved working, I loved writing, I loved being in the media but working in a high-stress newsroom was not a mum-friendly career path. What could I do? How could I Accelerate Action? Well, I started the first media agency in Western Victoria in 1999 – one that I still have today where I still work for my very first client 25 years on.

I set up one of the very original working from home businesses long before working from home became a thing. Emails and the internet in rural Australia were new technologies. When Oprah first started using Skype, I started Skyping with my clients who were all around the world. It doesn’t sound like anything all that unusual now, but back in the early 2000s, before Facebook, Tiktok, Instagram, Zoom and Microsoft Teams – Skype was cutting edge, limited only by dial up internet!

I was able to scale my business up and down around the birth of my next two children and inbetween child number two and number three I moved out of my home office set up a bustling office which I filled with other Mums like myself who were passionate and creative, and had the same ambition to Accelerate Action. We were the same type of women of the women who had mentored me and this group of young professional working mums who got shit done, worked for ourselves, made our own way, refused to be limited by male dominated workplaces.

It was a crazy but extremely special period of my life with an incredible amount of energy – the type you can only get when you put a whole bunch of working mums together who understand and appreciate that to get what you want out of life, you need to get on with it. We’d menu plan together, we were able to work from home if we had sick children, we streamlined our processes, we embraced new technology, and we ran!

When Laura was a baby my husband and I made another life-changing decision and moved to our holiday spot – Merimbula. As far as my career went, it was business as usual, although I closed the office and continued to work with all the creative women in my life online, many of who I still work with today.

I’m not sure if it was the coastal location, or turning 40, or just a coincidence or just pure craziness – but in 2013 I realised a life-long dream to write and publish a book. I’d written and published books before, but these were non-fiction and marked historical events, but since I was a teenager I’d dreamed of being a ‘writer’ – along the lines of Anne of Green Gables who was and still remains one of my most admired fictional women.

It came about in much the same way that most times women decide a bit of Accelerate Action is needed – and it was my desire to accelerate some action for the cold case of my cousin Ursula Barwick who went missing in 1987 that set me on this path. It was then that someone named Rhiannon McVee walked into my life, and she’s still here today.

I’ve always been a writer, but it’s not until I sat down to write Write About Me where I learned the true power of words. Five years and my first five novels later, I spoke in Canberra at an event hosted by the Australian Federal Police and said: “Words have real power. Words can wound, words can heal. And in my case, words can find people.”

And although Detective Rhiannon McVee, who first wandered onto the page in Write About Me then got her own series which started with Find Me, is fictional – I give this strong, female character lead full credit for helping find Ursula. She got me through what became a very high profile search for Ursula, which uncovered decades of poor police work and highlighted a male-dominated police force who treated teenage runaways like criminals.

Rhiannon took a while to unveil herself and I chose her back in 2013 because she represented everything I wished we had when Ursula first disappeared aged 17 after getting on a train on the NSW Central Coast to Sydney.

When I published Write About Me, I got a whole lot of new information and but I didn’t have the skills or the knowledge to find Ursula, and we were also of the belief she had met with foul play during the Underbelly years of Kings Cross. And here I was, a wife and mother of three in a small coastal town, scared to death of what hornets’ nest I might have opened.

What I needed in my life was a detective who would really care about finding missing people and Ta-Da, along came Rhiannon. She needed certain qualities – she had to be a country girl, down to earth, physically fit and strong, bloody minded, strong willed, full of self confidence and in a workplace dominated by men, she needed to be prepared to Accelerate Action for change.

I also wanted a woman who wasn’t afraid to break the rules or at least bend them, who was not afraid to rock the boat, and also not afraid to stand up for herself, but with enough humble humility to know that sometimes the best way to navigate and get what you really need is to learn how to work with men and to find the men who can help you achieve what it is you’re setting out to do.

In Rhiannon’s case, she found an older, much more experienced detective, Andy Cassettari, who was by far from a perfect man, but who took Rhiannon under his wing and mentored her and supported her in what we all now know was a very corrupt police system in Kings Cross in the late 80s. See what I did there? I’m talking about people who aren’t real, although they are real to me, and they’ve found their space in a real world. That is the fun about being a writer – being able to flip between fact and fiction, and exist in that space inbetween.

Back to Rhiannon – where was her back story going to be based? It was natural to place her in a place that changed my life back in 1991 – the year I fell in love with the Australian outback, despite its heat, its flies, its isolation. At times, it frightened the shit out of me, especially at night in the little cottage where I lived by myself, a couple of kilometres from the main homestead, where wild pigs would go through my bins at the back door and green frogs that were breeding in my septic would hop around the house.

Maybe it was the terror I felt night after night, when I slept with every light on. My imagination ran wild as to who was lurking in this remote location and how, if I got lost, I would never be found – making this the perfect setting for crime novels and missing people.

After I’d written Find Me – where Rhiannon McVee started to come to life on the page, Kings Cross Detectives assigned the very real Detective Sergeant Kurt Hayward to Ursula’s case. I remember him telling me about a young plain clothes detective, Amy Scott, also very real, who begged him to be on Ursula’ case. This was exactly the kind of thing Rhiannon McVee would do.

I didn’t meet Amy in person for another year, by then I’d written my third novel When You Find Me. I was in Kings Cross for a picnic for Ursula and a national appeal by the NSW Police and the Australian Federal Police for people to come forward if they knew something about Ursula.

Amy was a tomboy. Her hair was blonder than Rhiannon’s but Amy’s eyes were the same clear blue I had described for Rhiannon in my book. She was also a similar strong, fit build as my Rhiannon, and she was down-to-earth, tenacious, unafraid.

Just as Rhiannon refused to give up on finding her missing people, Amy refused, absolutely, categorically, to give up on Ursula, even though on more than one occasion she was told by her superior officers and people high up in the New South Wales Police Force that she would never, ever solve this case.

And don’t you love it when you’re told not to do something, or that you can’t do something, or that you won’t do something, and then you are able to prove everybody wrong?

There possibly was a woman just like Rhiannon. Who knows? But as I got further into Rhiannon story, I put all my hopes and dreams for young women of the 80s, of which I was one, and Ursula was one. I and try to make them come true. A lot of the things Rhiannon does and what she achieves as a young policewoman in this time i are potentially completely, completely fictional, and probably if you were in that era and lived in that time, unbelievable. But it is women like Rhiannon McVee who come in and shape up the system.

They might not change things straight away, but there will come a time where the changes that they push for will come to fruition. During my career, I have worked with a lot of incredibly strong intelligent women who shook up the system. They haven’t always come out on top but one thing that they have all done is they have managed to reinvent themselves. They’ve adapted. They have not given up, and they can be rest assured the issues they raised and the changes they pushed for may not have happened overnight, but they will happen. Yes, just like the Pantene Ad.

We have a lot more opportunity to go into situations with our eyes wide open in this day and age, technology plays a big part in that. Social media, as much as it can be damaging, time sucking, has given us access to information and knowledge that we didn’t have access to when I was growing up. We always have to be very careful as to what is fact and what is fiction – that’s an age-old story – this hasn’t really changed except that today we are inundated in our more ‘connected’ world. I encourage all women in this room to look at things with a more critical eye and ask ‘What is really going on?’

I personally aim to be consistent, reliable, lend a hand when and where it’s needed and mostly importantly, always show up. As I’ve gotten older I’ve learnt to choose more wisely about where to put my energy and to focus on what is important rather than what isn’t. It’s taken me many years to stop sweating the small stuff, but when you don’t, it’s liberating!

There’s a few things that I would like you to walk away from this day believing and see me as living proof that these things are true.

•    Number one, you are never too old to learn something new. When I was 40, I learned how to publish books. When I was 50, I learned how to drive a tractor. I wonder what I am going to learn next?

•    Number two, don’t give up hope. One thing that kept me going through the search for Ursula was hope. I held onto that hope tightly, and blindly at times, but hope is what got me through. No matter what situation you are in or what challenge you are facing, do not ever give up hope.

•    Number three, leading straight on, is that you will find a way, because you are a woman, and women always find a way.

•    Number four, we may end up in situations where we feel that the gender balance is out of whack. A lot of the time we won’t be able to do anything about that. I believe what’s important is going back to three. You will find a way, whether it’s in your personal life or your work life. You will find a way to navigate around whatever situation is going on and find a way to achieve the best possible outcome.

I would like to end by sharing two of my all-time favorite quotes.

One my favourite book of all time, Anne of Green Gables: “Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?” 

And the second from Maya Angelou “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

What I sincerely hope today is that I have made you all feel like you could rule the world, because you can.

Sunday Session: What’s missing?

November 2016
It is an older crowd, but an appreciative one. They’ve gone to a lot of trouble for their special guest.

It’s pouring rain when I arrive but there are plenty of gentlemen with umbrellas to carry my heavy book box inside. They’ve set up a sale table for my crime novels, which are inspired by Ursula and the missing, with a burgundy tablecloth that matches the brick walls and dark timber of the café where the Rotary club has their monthly dinners.

I had turned myself inside out to get here on time. I swapped out my working from home clothes to something that felt like it passed muster for a formal event including my favourite cardigan, and ran out the door, leaving my husband with the dinner and bath time chaos.

Bread roll and first course over, it is time for me to speak. With a beaming smile and the standard ‘I’m totally okay’ façade I manage to put on at all these speaker events, I share the story of my desperate search for Ursula. It is 2016, and it will be another year before she is found. I recall memories of our childhood, and appeal for everyone in the room to share her story because I was absolutely certain that someone, somewhere knew where she was.

When I’m done, an elderly gentleman with stooped shoulders and shaking hands takes a few moments to get out of his chair. He stands close and reaches his soft, crinkled hand out to shake mine, before bringing the other hand over it and clasping mine tight.

He shakily holds the microphone. It is then, at close quarters with his lined and kind face, I notice his eyes are glassy and filled with tears that sit in swollen droplets across the full length of his bottom lid.

He addresses me before he addresses the crowd.

‘First of all I’d like to say that you are very brave, and that your cousin Ursula is very lucky. I am not brave like you.’

A tear spills over and rolls down the lines which age has creased into a million hidden stories. His accent makes it hard to pick up every word but once I become accustomed he draws me into his tale.

‘When I was a young boy in Germany I used to ride my bike everywhere in my village. Delivering messages every day, lots of messages…’

The room falls silent as he recounts his wartime story, as a young Jewish boy who lost his entire family during the Second World War. He often wonders if he could find them, but war memorial events like ANZAC Day render him incapable of leaving his house.

I don’t remember all his exact words but I do remember how they made me feel – that I am not alone in this grief for Ursula that seems to go on forever. Is she alive? Is she dead? Did they survive the prison camp the Nazi Germans took them to? Was she living happily ever after in a foreign country far far away? Were they living happily ever after in France or Italy, having escaped and miraculously surviving the war?

His eyes are leaking faucets now as he repeats, ‘You are so brave. I am not brave like you. You must love her very much.’

It is the first time in the past three years since I set out on this mission impossible to discover what happened to Ursula when she disappeared in 1987 that someone has called me brave. It is also the first time someone has so eloquently acknowledged the power of familial love.

Feeling somewhat shattered by the whole experience I stumble out the door into the crisp, cold night which is now washed clean and smelling like eucalyptus leaves and freshly mown grass. The room had cleared out like an RSL Club after lunch service, so it was just me to lug my half empty box of books to the car and face the dark drive home, on alert for kangaroos and wombats.

My mind races in all directions. This elderly gentleman has given me strength and resolve to keep moving forward through the awkwardness and discomfort of sharing Ursula’s story and accepting the ending might not be what I hoped.

As I am about to turn out the light and go to sleep I flick through the photos of the night. Something doesn’t look right. There is is. My cardigan is missing a button. Despite my goal to appear neat, organised, in control – this wife, mother of three, business owner and public advocate for Ursula and the missing is showing signs of disrepair.

I obsess over this missing button as I try and drop off to sleep, even though I know far more important thoughts need my attention.

Tears drip onto my pillow while I imagine the hundreds, thousands, millions of people in the world too terrified and traumatised to search for their missing loved ones. What can I do to help them? Tears flow more freely. I’m not exactly winning or taking giant steps forward in my own Pollyanna mission for Ursula. There is nothing I can do for anyone else. Absolutely not one thing.

I was wrong though. I couldn’t see it then but I saw it later. Not giving up hope for Ursula spread hope for others. What we learnt in our search, they could do in theirs. A lot of changes for the better happened because of this renewed search for Ursula.

This lightbulb would turn on down the track. But tonight I fall into a fitful sleep and dream of buttons missing from cardigans, never to be found again.

Melissa x

My debut crime novel, Write About Me, sparked a new investigation into the disappearance of my cousin Ursula Dianne Barwick. Five years and five novels later, she was FOUND.

Sunday Session, with love

Welcome to my mp book news Sunday Session, a quick check in to see how you’re going and what you’ve got planned for your Sunday!

Sunday Session, with love

This weekend I have love on my mind. You’d need to be living under a rock not to know it’s Valentine’s Day season, and romance is here to stay. My husband and I laughed as we wished each other Happy Valentine’s Day. It’s not that we’re past it, it’s just that we’re past getting caught up in the flowers, chocolates and the romantic gestures from sunrise to sun-up!

In saying that, I’m a real romantic and always thought I’d write romance novels and not crime novels. My first true love, like many women my age, was Johnny Castle. Many of you will know exactly who I mean, but if not, the next clue is Dirty Dancing!

Although my novels sit fairly and squarely in the crime genre, I haven’t been able to resist exploring the love story of Rhiannon and Mac – MacVee. Their red dirt road to true love is not exactly smooth, but for the most part, it feels like they’re meant to be together forever.

Isn’t that where things ended up for Johnny and Baby? After the final scene where he lifts her high in the world’s most famous and most watched dance move, I am sure they headed off, hand in hand, to live happily ever after. Or did they?

As for Rhiannon and Mac, I get a lot of readers tell me how much they love the scenes that include the glamorous cowgirl Wynona who has a short fling with Mac  while he and Rhiannon were on a break.

In the spirit of Valentine’s, please read on for a few snippets from You’ll Never Find Me, book 3 in the Rhiannon Series.

Happy Sunday y’all!

Melissa x

You’ll Never Find Me

Wynona took another sip of her drink. Mary Chapin Carpenter was playing on the jukebox. She was new to the country scene but Wynona knew she’d hit big one day. She was singing a song for Wynona and Mac, What You Didn’t Say. The lyrics were written just for them, especially the line about not what you said, what you didn’t say. It was a sign. That’s it. She had to go back. She had to touch him, feel him, and show him that she was the one for him. She’d send him a letter first, just a casual Hello, how ya going? Wynona was going to Australia to get her cowboy. Then bring him back home, hand in hand and side by side, to ranch together and live happily ever after.

Mac was in turmoil. Rhiannon was coming home for the Bollon B&S, and so was Wynona. And it was only one day away. He’d managed to shield Rhiannon completely from his relationship with Wynona. He now regretted not being more honest after he and Rhiannon got back together. A few times he’d come close to telling her, because he hated hiding anything, but the words always got stuck.

He knew he had to tell her. Tonight was his last chance. Because when he had to introduce them at the B&S, he knew Rhiannon would know. She would sense it. She would see it.

Everyone north of the border knew Mac and Wynona had been a hot item. Their relationship had been hard and fast. It didn’t last long but it left a mark wherever they went. How could it not, when Wynona was one of the most beautiful women God put on this earth, and Mac her perfect accompaniment? They seemed to have an ideal relationship, working side by side on stations all around the southwest. They worked together and played together. Those who knew Rhiannon had broken Mac’s heart felt relieved for him. Happy he had found new love.

He was hip to hip with Rhiannon, beer in hand and deep in conversation with old friends from boarding school. The chattering crowd quietened. The change in noise level was what got Mac’s attention.

He looked up and his breath drew in, then stopped, his heart a giant flutter. He’d forgotten how stunning she was. It was like she was from another world. And she was. She should be on the cover of a magazine.

He squeezed Rhiannon’s hand tight. She winced as the blood stopped flowing to her fingers, and her eyes followed his. She felt ill. Sick to the stomach.

Wynona was dressed in a beige silk décolleté singlet that draped low to her small perfectly rounded breasts, but not so low that it was tacky. Her blemish free tanned skin was the perfect complement. Not a freckle in sight. She had teamed her top with fitted black silk pants. Perfectly pressed pleats fell neatly  at the front, following her slender legs forever.

She was one of the tallest women Rhiannon had ever seen. She knew without seeing that the fabric hugged Wynona’s perfectly toned arse cheeks at the back, and that from every angle she was perfect. Dammit.

But it wasn’t just her body. It was her perfectly proportioned facial features. Her glorious dark hair was piled high on her head, with escaping tendrils falling delicately around her face. It was like an artist had created her.

Her nose was tiny. Her teeth were pearly white, and amazingly straight. Her large dark brown eyes, so dark they were almost black, were stunning. Sparkling as well. And her mouth. Not big and wide and overly smiling like Rhiannon felt hers was. It was also in perfect proportion. Dazzling. She looked a bit like Elle Macpherson, but with darker hair and bigger eyes.

Rhiannon’s face flushed as Wynona strode purposefully towards Mac, her feelings for him written all over her face. Wynona didn’t even notice Rhiannon standing by his side, with her gaze so intent upon Mac.

Sunday Session – cowboys and crime

Aha, I know I have your attention! I asked if this cowboy is what my readers imagine Mac to look like. They knocked the nail on the head when they said he looks very much like an American cowboy, whereas Mac is a true blue Australian cowboy. Another reader asked if this is an AI-generated image. I’d say it potentially is. If not AI, it is very much photoshopped! She also imagines Australian cowboy Mac to be a lot more rugged, maybe with a scar. This is how Mac is in my head – he’s not so smooth faced, he’s definitely more rugged and more real. However, the fictional cowboy that posed for this photo is still good inspiration!

My obsession with Australian cowboys, country music and western movies started before I can even remember. I grew up going to rodeos, country shows and country races. When I left home at 18 and spent a year in the outback, I loved the true outback country race meetings, polocross weekends, outback pubs and Bachelor and Spinster balls.

It’s fun to create new characters and place them in the settings I’m familiar with, although what happens in my books is far removed from my own experiences! That’s the joy of fiction – it’s an escape both for me as a writer and you as a reader.

I also had this message from Lisa in response to my question about whether Mac and Rhiannon belong together: I love Mac and Rhiannon together, but figuring out their next moves as they have different ideas going forward. Some compromises need to be made. I’ve read all the books in the series and love their dynamic. I like a good romance, as well as, a crime story.

I can’t tell you how much I love hearing from my readers – it’s such a great boost when I’m writing my next book and feeling stuck and uninspired – it’s YOU who encourage me to keep at it!

One more look at this dreamy fictional cowboy. Not Mac, but he does alright.

Sunday Session: Cowboys and Crime

Introducing Sunday Session, a quick check in to see how you’re going and what you’ve got planned for your Sunday!

This morning I opened Life’s Little Instruction Book to see what the day had in store. 188. Be the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.

Okay, I’ll try! But Sundays can be a struggle. I am usually tired, I have a lot of household chores that need doing to ensure the following week goes smoothly. I should be doing this, and that, and the other.

How is my Sunday shaping up so far? It’s a wet, rainy day and these are my favourite Sundays as I feel like I have permission to slow down.

I got up early and wrote some of my new book and had my nature fix before the rain, I’ve drunk coffee and wrapped book orders to post out tomorrow. As soon as I finish this I’m back to my book. Then I may watch TV, or read a book. I have also decided that chores can be squeezed into the week.

I’ve learnt that I don’t have to be productive every single minute of every single day. It’s impossible for a start. And although I agree with 188 above, it’s also not possible to always be positive and enthusiastic. And that is okay. Just do what you can, at your own pace, on your Sunday. Because that’s what I’m doing today!!

Melissa x