First, Sit Down

This blog and I are about to burst, at last, into the Twittersphere. I know! After everything I’ve ranted about in the past! Why the change of heart?

A few unreal Mem Fox Twitter accounts had emerged, some hideous, (what is it that causes people to be so mean?) and some kind, but none of them was me, or mine. So... @therealmemfox has, perforce, had to creep out of its foxhole into the sunlight of social media. Good grief, it’s so bright out here!

Before I go on, for those at the SCBWI convention in LA in August who kept asking me where to buy my CDs: one for younger listeners from birth to 3, called Baby Magic and one for 3-7, called Classic Magic, go to in the USA or in Australia.

I still have too little time for anything really, except real & hectic family life; real slogging-away-at-it-work; and very real friends. So no matter how much I truly hope to do better, no matter how often I feel guilty and blush over not tweeting or updating blogs and websites regularly, I know I’ll fail to keep any resolution I make. I’m so sorry. Let’s just agree between us that at least six times a year I’ll say: Yoo hoo! I’m still alive. Is that OK?

The big news, after no Mem Fox titles for two years, is that not one, but TWO NEW BOOKS are out now or soon. (I know: too many capitals.) In Australia THIS AND THAT, with gorgeous find-the-rats illustrations by Judy Horacek, will be in the shops in the blink of an eye (October 2015). See below the ancient and modern creators of This & That:

This & That


Mem and Judy

Mem and Judy

In the USA in December (2015) and also around the same time in Australia, NELLIE BELLE will make its debut, illustrated by Mike Austin in a hilarious 1930s style. Nellie Belle was our real dog and the first verse was spoken to her directly. Sadly, she has since passed on. I mean ‘died’, but no one seems to understand that word any more.

Nellie Belle

Both the above books are in the usual Mem-Fox-for-little-kids mould: lots of rhyme, rhythm and repetition. There’s a reason for that. I read somewhere, years ago, research from Oxford University claiming that children who were dyslexic had no sense of rhythm and were unable to recognize rhyme, whereas children who learnt to read before school had no such handicap. Reading aloud rhyming, rhythmic books to babies and toddlers seems to me, therefore, to be like inoculating children against illiteracy. So someone has to write that kind of book.

I have another exciting piece of news about POSSUM MAGIC. (Will that book never die?! Probably not. On its first publication, long ago, in 1983, it was an instant success, and has been voted by booksellers this year as Australia’s best-selling children’s picture book. Still! In 2015! Why?! The illustrations, probably, thank you Julie Vivas!) Anyway, enough of the exclamation marks, my most common literary sin. POSSUM MAGIC is now out in yet another new edition, this time with a CD inside the back cover, with me reading the story. I’m glad I didn’t wait any longer to record it. I’ll be 70 next year, and I might start to sound old, even though, as a baby boomer, I’ll never actually be ‘old’. Good grief. Such a thought!

Family news is all good, apart from the health of my little sister (aged 59). If you believe in prayer, feel free to pray for her, please.

Theo, the five-year-old light of my grandmotherly life, is an excellent reader. And a good mimic. When he reads any book aloud he sounds like exactly me: drama, drama, drama. I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry with relief that all the advice I offered in READING MAGIC did indeed hold good with him. I’d have looked such an idiot if it hadn’t.

When it comes to my own reading, I have to say what a disappointment it is to do as I’ve just done: that is, to read three different novels until I got half-way through and then to toss each one aside as not worth finishing. You wonder where the editors were. You wonder what the publishers were thinking. You ask yourself if the authors themselves thought they had anything worthwhile to say. And if they did, why didn’t they work harder with their plots and characters, let alone their micro-choices of individual words? It’s enraging and dismaying and puts you off reading anything.

Then you come across a novel like TO NAME THOSE LOST, by Rohan Wilson, and you sigh with relief and sink into it, knowing immediately that you’ll be in safe hands till the last page. And from one of my favourite authors a heavenly new book: THE DUST THAT FALLS FROM DREAMS, by Louis de Bernie res. I lost myself in it for endless happy hours.
And best of all, the final book, the fourth in the Neapolitan series by Elena Ferrante, called The STORY OF THE LOST CHILD, which is finally out in English. I’m loving it. I was totally addicted to the others, too. They’re so different and honest and brutally real that I’m drawn, mesmerised, into a world I feel I know intimately and want to live in forever, so long as I’m kept safe from its vicissitudes. I will be so desolate when I’ve finished this latest book that I’m reading it in little sips.

As you may know from an earlier entry in my erstwhile blog, I’ve been to a million conferences this year and given two million speeches, each one written for that particular audience. It nearly killed me. I care so much about what I’m going to say and how I’m going to say it that I’m almost making changes in pencil as I’m being introduced.

The biggest of these events was the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators annual conference in Los Angeles. I was so energised by it, and the people I met, I could have flown home with my own wings. But I have loved the smaller events, too. For example:

  • an uplifting visit to Morayfield State School in Caboolture, Queensland, at the invitation of the local MP Mark Ryan

Caboolture Queensland

Mem Fox at Elizabeth Park Primary School

  • a visit on behalf of United Way to Elizabeth Park Primary School in the northern suburbs of Adelaide

Mem Fox at Elizabeth Park Primary School  Unknown-1 cropped

  • the brilliantly run Oxford University Press conference in Melbourne
  • the Canberra Teachers Union annual oration in praise and support of public schooling: sensational!
  • a warm and wonderful time on the opposite side of the country in Albany, Western Australia, talking to early childhood teachers
  • then another huge buzz in Geelong, Victoria at an early childhood conference
  • and a truly inspiring time in Wangaratta, also in Victoria, talking to children and to parents
  • and finally, in Book Week in late August two local schools: Brighton Primary and Paringa Park Primary, close to my house.

There may be other events that I haven’t covered which my brain refuses to cough up right at this moment. Thank you, everyone, for the affirmation, energy, enthusiasm and friendship I’ve received.

Fortunately, I come home from these glittering events to some mundane household drama or other that brings me back to earth fast. After the LA trip, Theo came round soon after I’d arrived and we went into the back garden to play, and unnoticed, stepped into something unsavoury. He was wearing shoes with grooves in the soles. We both tramped through the kitchen. Need I go on? Fortunately I have good supply of plastic gloves, and find kneeling very easy, and vomiting a rarity.


Spring has sprung after a long and miserable winter. But it was cold and bleak enough to keep my editor Allyn Johnston happy for twelve days in early September. She lives in California where it’s the same lovely weather day after day, so she loves the cold wind and mist and rain. We worked like crazy, finished almost nothing, but had wonderful ideas and plans for new stories, including a series of picture books about the same characters. A few first drafts were completed, but I may not go back to them for months. My usual way of working is to write hardly at all and let my subconscious get the job done over several years. However, at the moment, miraculously, I am deeply involved in writing and can’t leave it alone. Most unusual. Chalk it up!

I wrote a draft today, for example: the third ‘first draft’ I’ve written for that particular story. Each draft was as shocking as the last. It may seem like time wasted, but actually every draft is a stepping-stone over the rushing waters of creativity. No draft is a waste of time. However, they can be depressing. You ask yourself how could have written such garbage when you know full well what good writing looks and sounds like.

On a happier note, and because I went to drama school and love theatricality, and because I live in a highly political family, I have to say that the political events in Australia recently (Sept 14th-21st) had me hopping with amazement and joy. Neither Greek tragedy nor Shakespearean comedy hold a candle to the dramatic way in which we Aussies end the careers of our prime ministers. Five in five years! Poor souls. They are humans, when all’s said and done. And they did try to lead us, although some may say ‘up the garden path’. Sadly, politics is not about theatre, it’s about people’s lives. Even Theo can articulate that the best politicians are the ones who take care of the old, the sick, the poor and the environment, among other things.

If you have read this far, thank you for your patience, as they say on those enraging phone messages. (I yell at the phone: ‘I HAVE no patience, you drongos!’ And various other deleted remarks that would surprise those who know only the beautiful language of my books.)

Until next time, to quote from TEN LITTLE FINGERS, three little kisses on the tip of your nose.

Mem Fox xxx


Winter Flight

Nothing has happened. There is no reason for an update. But I’m flying to LA this week to speak at the annual convention of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators and I thought it would look bad if I hadn’t contributed something to the website to indicate I’m still living... Read More

Autumn Rain

Hooray, it’s raining!

Things have come to a pretty pass when the only news an author has is that it’s finally raining on her parched garden after four months of no rain at all. Is it any wonder I don’t update this website more often? I’d hate to bore you more than I have to. Read on for a crazy mix of totally unrelated items on this long rant, from sandy soil, to recipes, to financial gossip, to philosophy, to good novels…... Read More

Summer Break

Summer is over. Sob. It’s my favourite season, even when, as has just happened, the temperature gets to 40ºC (104ºF) for a few days... Read More

Wheezing through!

If anyone reading this has met me this year, at any time, at any function, and if you can recall that I was in perfect health at the time, please let me know. I feel as if I’ve had viruses and chest infections and severe asthma without ceasing since about March. It’s dismaying, needless to say. I work anyway, no matter what, which is probably not sensible. Moan, moan, moan! And that’s enough of the whining and the complaints. I’m so fortunate in other areas of my life that I probably need illness to balance things out... Read More

Illness, wellness, and travel in between

A big hello to Joyce McCauley in Dallas, Texas, the one person in the world who reads my blog!  Just teasing.

And anyone who reads Who Weekly will have noticed the exciting fact that Possum Magic hit the front cover on Oct 6th... Read More

Books, Sheep and Mended Hearts.

Every time I come to this blog I think I’ll have nothing to say, as my next book isn’t due out until the end of 2015. But wait! There is!

Yesterday my darling husband had his second open-heart operation. It was a valve replacement this time. He had already had a quadruple bypass 14 years ago. Earlier this year I had booked an appearance, on the same day, at Campbelltown Public Library for Book Week so I had to honour the commitment. It’s about an hour’s drive from my house and all the way there and all the way back I kept thinking of the implications of the operation: the ‘open’ heart part of it, and the ‘what if?’ part of it, and I felt pretty sick... Read More

From the sublime to ridiculous in a couple of weeks

June disappeared, just like that! Sorry! It was similar to crossing the international date line to and from Australia: on the way over to the US I arrive in Los Angeles on the same day, a few hours before I leave, thereby having to live the same day twice; on the way back, which is even more confusing, I leave at night on a Friday, for example, and arrive in Australia on Sunday morning even though the flight is only overnight. The intervening Saturday whooshes out of my life without a trace, never to be lived in by me. Which is how June feels: gone—but not without a trace. The traces were many. It was a fabulous month, an incredible trip to America, and one I’ll remember forever, even though it was visit-to-America No.113... Read More

Lovely surprises

I like a surprise or two. They keep life spicy.

An early and exciting surprise this last month (April) was having my latest book, Baby Bedtime, shortlisted for the Children’s Book Council’s Book of the Year awards. Like the Caldecott award in America, this will be an award for illustration, which cuts me out well and truly, as I can’t even draw a stick man! However, I’m thrilled for the gorgeous Emma Quay, whose divine artwork graces the pages of Baby Bedtime. (Oh, those tender, lovable elephants!) Emma has won this award before, clever clogs that she is. She was the first person to text me the shortlist information and we were both dizzy and dancing at the news. I was in Sydney airport at the time and found myself skipping to the plane. Who says aging authors can’t skip? The awards are announced in August. Where is the Green Sheep? won this award nine years ago. Judy Horacek was/is the illustrator. My books don’t win book awards, on the whole. Perhaps judges assume I don’t need them, but I do! I do... Read More

Ups and Downs

A few days ago, on March 31st, POSSUM MAGIC turned 31. The older I become the weirder it feels to be the author of this iconic book. It’s such a phenomenon that it seems to have a life of its own, outside my own life, as if it’s a vague acquaintance who I might not recognise, should we pass each other in the street. Julie Vivas, the illustrator, feels the same. Every time we think that everyone in Australia must surely have a copy by now, something happens, such as the 30th anniversary boxed edition last year, and the sales go through the roof yet again. Obviously it’s pleasing and even thrilling, but it’s unreal at the same time... Read More

Festivals, elections, birthdays, and life in general

Hello again!


But don’t forget that if you want to hear other stories at any time I do have two new CDs available. On Baby Magic I read my best- loved stories for very young children, and Classic Magic has my most familiar stories for slightly older children. They are available from... and... Read More

And so the year begins…

I’ve just looked at the title of this blog (I edit as I go along) and I know that people who know nothing about writing will tell you that you can’t start a sentence with and, but or so, but as you see, I have both in my title. It’s fine. In Possum Magic I wrote different sentences starting with all three of those forbidden words: one each time, not all three at once. Those same ignoramuses will tell you that adjectives are good. They’re not. They’re a lazy way of writing. Of course they exist, so they have their uses, but less often than you’d think. Where was I…?  And how did I get on to that?... Read More

Eating Spiders in New Year

Happy New Year everyone! I hope I live to see the next one. I have eaten a couple of spiders, perhaps even more, in the last few days. Here’s how…... Read More

Baby Bedtime sends me to sleep

This month’s audio stories are Baby Bedtime (I know it’s its second month on the playlist but it’s so new it’s as demanding as a baby); Koala Lou; and especially for the Christmas season: Wombat Divine.

I can do anything a thirty-five year old can do, except... Read More

On the road again…

I said in my first What’s Up? that at the moment nothing much occurs in my life apart from being a grandmother.  That’s not quite true.

I have a new book out! Always a HUGE event! It’s a book I’m wild about: BABY BEDTIME, illustrated by the sublime Emma Quay, for whom and to whom a thousand thanks. All the information about BABY BEDTIME can found in... Read More

Welcome to the new website!

Picture me flat on the floor in a star shape: that’s where I am. I’ve been working for many months with my website designers (massive applause for Enee Solutions) to update the site and make it as friendly and fascinating as possible. I hope you’ll love it. It will be updated every four weeks.

I hope you’re having hide-and-seek fun with my latest book: YOO HOO, LADYBIRD! It’s one of the books you can listen to this month. The other two are POSSUM MAGIC and HUNWICK’S EGG. The books you can listen to will change from month to month so you don’t get bored... Read More