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Book gossip: May 2003

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What will the next page of the publishing world reveal? Find out here! Best-selling novelist Michael Crichton has had to part with $31 million to get out of his fourth marriage. The pay-out ends the Jurassic park author’s 14 year marriage to Anne-Marie Martin Crichton, who blames the break-up on his work schedule. Sharing a home with Crichton while he was writing, Anne-Marie said, was “like living with a body and Michael is somewhere else.” An interview with Graham Swift In London’s Daily Telegraph, reveals that even Booker Prize winners have their bad days: “You might as well say, ‘Oh, sod it.’ You often can’t explain to anyone, even the person closest to you, the meaning of what you did – or did not – do on a particular day. To say I didn’t write a single word, but I did a lot of thinking …it doesn’t really work, does it? So whether it’s going well or badly, it’s with you.” (Swift won the Booker Prize in 1996 with Last Orders. His latest book, The Light Of Day (Hamish Hamilton), was released last month). In 1986, US author Sue Miller (The Good Mother, While I was Gone and The World Below) found herself caring for her father after he developed Alzheimer’s disease. In an interview given to publicise her new book, The Story of My Father (Allen & Unwin), the 59 year old author is asked for any words of advice for a caregiver. “Just to really forgive yourself,” says Sue, “ to recognise that what you’re doing can’t be done, in a certain way. What one wants to do is to make a difference, of course. Though you can’t do anything about it, you feel maybe you can.” In the speech earlier this year, when Oprah Winfrey announced that she would soon begin to feature classic works of literature on her chat show, she revealed what books meant to her as a little girl growing up in Mississippi: “Books allowed me to see that there was a world beyond my grandmother’s front porch. That everybody didn’t have an outhouse, that everybody wasn’t surrounded by poverty, that there was a hopeful world out there and that it could belong to me.” Fans of the master thriller writer, Jeffrey Deaver, will be thrilled to know that he will be a star guest at the Sydney Writers’ Festival (19-25 May) and will also appear in Sydney at the Lindfield Bookshop on Tuesday May 13 at 6pm and at A&R Imperial Arcade on Wednesday May 14 at 6pm. His Melbourne appearances include: Collins Booksellers event at the Grand Hyatt at 12 noon drinks for 12.30pm lunch on Thursday May 15 and at Dymocks, 234 Collins St., at 1pm on Friday May 15. Deaver’s new novel, The Vanished Man was published last month along with the paperback version of The Stone Monkey. He has been nominated for five Edgar Awards from the Mystery Writers of America and is a three-time recipient of the Ellery Queen Reader’s Award for Best Short Story of the Year. According to the Drudge Report, former First Lady, Hillary Clinton, has already received $US2.8million cash advance on her memoirs due out in August, from a total deal valued at $US8million. Last heard, everyone, publishers included, were still waiting with baited breath to see the completed manuscript. Books Alive is what they’re calling the biggest cooperative promotion of books and reading ever undertaken in Australia. An $8million Federal Government initiative developed through the Australia Council, it will enable readers to buy a book by six high profile Australian writers for just $5 each, with the purchase of any other book. The promotion will run from August 2-15. James Patterson has turned back the clock for material for his latest bestseller, which went on sale in the US in March. The Jester is set during the Crusades of the 11th century and, in the words of book bible Publishers Weekly, is “packed with colourful details of medieval life, bursting with unforgettable characters.” In the 2002 trade bestsellers in the US only one book sold more than one million copies – The Fix-It and Forget-It Cookbook: Feasting with Your Slow Cooker by Dawn J Ranck and Phyllis Pellman Good. It outsold all of the Lord of The Rings movie tie-ins by at least one to two. Muhammad Ali is writing a book with his daughter, Hana, about his spiritual journey from world boxing champ to peace activist. Former US President Jimmy Carter has already written several non-fiction titles, but will now turn his hand to fiction. The Hornet’s Nest is believed to be the first novel ever written by a US chief executive.

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Dying for cake

Read this extract from our May Great Read, Dying for Cake (Pan Macmillan Australian).

Read this extract from our May Great Read, Dying for Cake (Pan Macmillan Australian). I sit outside under a large white market umbrella, at a table with a mosaic of blue and green tiles embedded into the top. The tiles make a pattern that looks like waves frozen in the act of uncurling. I look at the tile and try to think about the sea. It doesn’t work. As I left my three year old onto my knee, the waitress brushes past us with a tray loaded with coffees and cake. Warm apple teacake. Lightly crusted on the outside with sugar and strewn with soft wedges of apple. The rich butter curls slide down the soft yellow crumbs and unfold onto the plate. I’m drowning. My mouth fills with water and I can barely breathe. I can’t afford to eat cake if I want to lose ten kilos. Least of all that teacake oozing with butter. Sixteen points! That’s nearly my whole day’s food quota under my Fat-Trimmers points plan. So, when my skinny-chino arrives, I try to make the sweet froth last as I juggle Sam on my knee. ‘More frop,’ he says, grabbing the spoon, and he makes me spoon so much froth into his mouth that I’m going to have to order another skinny-chino before the others get here. And maybe a baby-chino for him, just so I can at least get the sugar kick from the chocolate sprinkled on top. Even just a little taste of something sweet…but it’s like throwing matchsticks into a fire and it never satisfies me for long. Sam’s a big boy for three. Long legs and big feet, puffy inside his sandals. Smelly feet too. He sweats a lot, especially in the heat. Even though it’s march now, there’s still enough heat in the midday sun to start him sweating. As he leans back on me and his Paddle Pop trickles down my arm, I smell the savoury sweat in his hair. That smell and the quick beat of his heart remind me of the rabbit I owned as a child. I remember holding that rabbit up to my face and inhaling the smell of grass and sun and sweat. I remember feeling its heart beating against my cheek. I look at him, Sam, my only baby now Jake’s at pre-school. I stroke the soft pink cheek and stare at the long-lashed eyes and I feel like I’m going to explode with love. It’s moments like these when I can’t understand Evelyn at all. Why doesn’t she tell us what happened? Why does she just sit all closed up and silent? If it were my baby… People talk. They talk about Evelyn and they say that she won’t ever get better. They say she’s trying to protect herself. I don’t think like that. I won’t think like that. She was my friend and I can’t think of a reason why she would have done what people are saying she did. When I think back to the weeks before it happened, my mind’s full of empty spaces. I do remember this one day when something wasn’t quite right. Evelyn walked into the café for coffee, after she’d dropped William at preschool. It was the first time I’d seen her out and about since the baby was born. Clare had been doing the drop-offs and pick-ups for her. I remember thinking what a beautiful baby she had. Tiny little Amy, only four weeks old. Evelyn didn’t look beautiful. She looked worn out, and while the rest of us gooed at the baby she just sat there melting in the summer sun like Sam’s ice-cream. She was quiet too, too quiet, and when she looked at me she looked straight through me as if I wasn’t really there at all. And was just before…No, I mustn’t. I mustn’t make the connections that everyone else has been making. All the new mums get tired. Amy was stolen. That’s what I believe. The day Amy disappeared, Evelyn went queer. She didn’t explode. She’s not the exploding kind. She kind of did the opposite. She imploded. I think that’s the word. Kind of caved in on herself and shrunk away until she certain wasn’t anyone I could recognise. Yet sometimes I wonder whether, in the moment before she completely lost it, Evelyn did let it all out. At least that would have been gutsy, to yell and scream and kick like a wild thing. I like to think she did but somehow I doubt it. It would be so out of character for Evelyn. Evelyn was always way too well mannered to make a fuss. In any argument she was the first to back down and could put us all to shame just by being so nice. Nice. That was my impression of her when we met on the day our children started preschool. Evelyn was helping the teacher soothe five howling four-year-olds. She held two of them in her lap but only one of them, William, was hers. The other kid was wrapped around her neck and screaming for his mother. Evelyn was crying too. Big drops of empathy rolled down her cheeks. ‘I feel so sill,’ she said to me, embarrassed by her tears. ‘I just can’t help myself when everyone else is doing it!’ I liked Evelyn from the beginning. I tried to prise the kid loose – the one that wasn’t hers. His grip around her neck was so tight that she was beginning to choke but the kid just wouldn’t come off. I was grateful when my old friend Susan arrived with her daughter, Laura. She shook her head at the chaos and took control straight away. It was Susan who suggested that the mums make a quick exit and go for coffee at the Vista café. So a small group of us did. We had coffee and cake and enjoyed ourselves so much that we decided to meet regularly. I remember how Evelyn laughed that first day. Her green eyes glistened. She was so different then from the time after Amy was born. I can’t remember what we talked about. Probably our kids. We were all going through the same stuff. I can remember the taste of the mud cake I shared with Evelyn. T was made with dark chocolate, not just cocoa, and it was dense and moist and… It’s strange how this whole business has made me feel so hungry. I don’t like to analyse myself too closely but it’s weird that I should have this incredible longing – for cake. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just a little shallow. On the other hand, maybe I’m so deep I can’t even begin to sort myself out. All I know is that ever since Evelyn imploded – gee, I like that word – I’ve been dying. Day by day, a little bit more. Just dying for cake.

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Q&a: Louise Limerick

Louise Limerick is author of Dying For Cake (Pan Macmillan Australia), the Great Read in the May issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

Louise Limerick is author of Dying For Cake (Pan Macmillan Australia), the Great Read in the May issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly. Q You must be thrilled to be having your first book published? A I am – I can’t really believe it is happening. Q I believe your manuscript was picked out of the ‘slush’ pile, so it was a stroke of luck someone read it and you got published? A Someone at Pan Macmillan was telling me they get about a thousand a year. And they take on less than 10. I went about getting published all the wrong way. I had no agent. An unsolicited manuscript and no history of previous publication or of winning any writing prizes or anything like that. Q You are an inspiration then to others? A I hope so. I think it comes down to I always wanted to be a writer. And I always wanted to do this and when you finally get down and do what it is you really wanted to do, what gives you the most joy, then all sorts of possibilities open up to you. I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was a little girl. I wrote my first story at age five and I can remember taking it to school and reading it out to the class. Then when I was about 11 I went through a stage of climbing up onto the pergola roof that was above our courtyard and I’d sit up there and write stories. And poems, where no-one could disturb me. Q Anyone involved in your family in publishing or writing? A No, my eldest sister – I’m the youngest of five children and there’s 18 years difference between my eldest sister and myself – loves reading and she would always give me books for my birthday and Xmas. So she gave me classic books from an early age – Little Women, Seven Little Australians and things like that and I just loved reading and it made me want to tell a story too, one day. I also had a desire to express myself. Because there was such a gap between the other siblings and myself, I was also a bit lonely and I wanted to talk to somebody so I’d write stories and talk to myself. Also, there was an elderly lady who lived next door to us when I was little. She taught me to sing on the piano and also told me lots of stories and would make up stories and we would sit outside on her patio and watch the people going up and down the street and she’d make up stories about them and I would join in that game. She taught me the art of story telling and helped me to live in my imagination. Her name was Dorothy Youlton and I used to call her Aunty Dorrie. She was a wonderful person – she had false teeth and she could click them like a horse. Q After all that you became a teacher and not a writer? A I fell into teaching, I started off in journalism. I did a journalism course but it wasn’t for me because I’m hopeless at spelling and punctuation. And I think my book is written in a very spare style. The editor commented there weren’t many commas and things in my writing – I thought to myself, ‘I actually don’t know how to use them very well!’ (laughing). I kept losing marks for that and I’d go in with a wonderful story and come out with five out of ten. Or less. So then I did Arts, Literature, Psychology, Australian Social History… Q Where at? A University of Queensland and I had a great time. I got a Bachelor of Arts, then Diploma of Education and I’ve also got a Masters of Education in guidance and education. I fell it not teaching and thought maybe I could teach kids how to write and share my love of reading and writing. That was true to an extent but teaching just wasn’t for me. What I really wanted to do was write my own books. The school I was sent too initially was quite a difficult school. Was it a tough school? Yes, it was a poorer school and I had lots of illiterate kids in my class so there was lots of different needs to cater for and I found myself very stretched and by the end of that year I thought ‘I’ll escape and have a baby and then I’ll have time to write.’ But of course that wasn’t really true (laughing). Q What kind of teacher were you? A A secondary high school teacher in English and history and I got married in 1992 – just after I finished university. And then had a baby – my first child – when I was 24. So I was reasonably young. Q And then you had two more? A Yes, Ellen is 8, Peter is 6 and Katie is 14 months old. Q What does your husband, Michael, do for a living? A He is a strategic policy adviser with the Department of Aboriginal and Islander Affairs. He’s a lawyer. Q Writing never happened with the new baby, did it? A No, I thought I’d write while she was sleeping but she didn’t sleep so I had a screaming baby and well, anyway, I gave up my writing for a while and then within 3 years I had another baby and then, after Peter was born I’d just fallen into that whole mothering thing. That was fine but, there was still something I wanted to do just for myself. Michael was very kind, he said I know you’re going crazy just looking after the kids all the time, so you have Saturday morning and I’ll take the kids away. I’ll do something with them and we’ll spend the time together and you do what you want to do. I decided to write. Dying For Cake, the first draft of it was written in nine months of Saturday mornings. So every Saturday morning I’d sit down at my computer and I’d write another chapter. I came up with the title first. I thought, Dying For Cake, that sounds like a really good title. Q That was before you had a plot? A Yes, I thought it expresses the desire to have something more. And I guess that was what I was feeling myself. I came up with the title and then I came up with the first line. I thought, ‘okay.’ Then I wrote the first six chapters and thought, ‘oh, it might be going somewhere.’ So then I decided to draw up a plan, because being an English teacher I knew I had to have a plan, and a climax and resolution. So I gave myself a bit more structure and proceeded to write through to the end. I thought it was finished when I sent it away, but Cate Patterson At Pan Macmillan thought it there was a little bit more to do. She was very kind and willing to take a punt on what was really only half a book, because she loved the book. Before I got a chance to finish it too, I’d become pregnant again with my third baby, and when I’m pregnant I’m so sick all the time I find it very hard to sit down at the computer for long periods, so I got to the climax and basically the book had no resolution and I’d written the last chapter. Q What was your reaction when you received the phone call accepting your book for publication? A I was shaking. Very, very excited. It was a funny thing, in a way I knew she was going to call. Because they’d had the book for six weeks. First I sent them my first six chapters, an outline of the story and a proposal and then they asked for another three chapters. Then they asked for the whole thing, so It was a bit of too-ing and fro-ing and I knew I was gradually going up the ladder. Finally I was actually dealing with the fiction publisher, who is Cate and I thought then, I might be okay. But I hadn’t heard from them in a while. I’d had my baby, she was about 12 weeks old. And I was waiting and I kept checking the post and the answering machine, hoping. I knew it was silly. I kept telling myself ‘why are you doing this to yourself?’ Most people write ten manuscripts before they get published. So…but one day I was really anxious about it and I thought ‘no, I’ll stay at my son’s pre-school and do things around there.’ I stayed longer and longer at pre-school and finally when I got home I listened to the answering machine and Cate’s voice was there saying that she wanted to talk to me about my book. I was shaking and I was too frightened to ring her back, but I did and she told me that she loved my book and wanted to know was if I was going to write any more and would I be open to editing. ‘Yes, of course!” I said. She said she had to go to a meeting where they’d decide whether or not to take my book. I got off the phone and I thought, well, I still don’t really know. I think there was another week of waiting after that. And then it all fell into place. Also she told me I perhaps should get an agent. Funnily enough I had sent my manuscript to the very agent she suggested. She hadn’t got back to me then, but she after that she did, so now I have an agent. The other thing that happened was the night before that phone call I’d been flicking through a book thinking I’ll have to send my book to someone else and I have a big book which has all the publishers in Australia and it had a little excerpt in it by Matthew Reilly who Pan Macmillan also publishes, saying what a great publisher Cate Patterson was and how she’d taken him on. I said to Michael ‘look, this is the person who’s reading my book!’ Q Did you celebrate? A Yes Michael and I went out for dinner, he came home early and he was very, very excited. It’s been his baby too in a way because he’s given me the time to do it and that was what I really needed. Q What gave you the idea to base the story around a group of women who met over coffee every week? A Because it’s something I do, meet other mums over coffee. Locally we have a little café where all the mums seem to end up and if you’ve got small children you drag them along too and you sit down and have a chat. It’s a neutral place and nobody’s home is getting destroyed by the toddlers. It’s just something I do and I thought ‘well, that’s what other women do too.’ And I thought it would be interesting to tell the story from a few different perspectives – I thought, how can I do that? Maybe if they’re all sitting down speaking to you as if you’re having coffee with them, that might be quite nice. I liked writing from each of the perspectives of the women because I found that once I gave them a voice they started to have a life of their own. Q The importance of female friends was central to the book? A Yes, I think women are always here for each other during the day. Also, during the day when we are here with the kids, our husbands are working. And so they come home at 6, 7 o’clock and we might spend a few hours with them, but they’re tired, we’re tired. And I think often the people we speak to about our problems are other women. Because they understand what we’re going through – and they’re there! I think what most people really need is just a good friend. Someone who will listen to them and be there because I think life at home with small children can be lonely. Q The other thing that happens in your book is how a good friend can betray you, too? A (laughing) Oh yes, that character – it was funny because I didn’t intend for her to betray her friend, I just started writing that chapter and I thought, ‘what’s going to happen?” And I thought ‘oh! Yes! They’re going to have an affair (laughing.’ It was unplanned. I think after a while a character takes on its own personality and they seem to direct the plot just as much as you. Q I liked the fact that the women made mistakes, it made the book more accessible and human and meant that their personalities resonated? A I didn’t want to ever create perfect people – and I didn’t want to make them horrible, because they would lose their integrity then. And they would just be stereo-types. Q I liked the way your story shows that not every woman is cracked up to be the perfect mother? A I think that’s true. I didn’t want to denigrate the choices that women make in any way – whatever they choose to do, if they choose to be a mother and they enjoy that, that’s wonderful because it’s a really wonderful thing to do. But if they make other choices for the sake of their happiness then that’s okay too. Because you’ve got to live as the person you are, you can’t try and be what society expects you to be or what you expect yourself to be. Q It was interesting that the archetypal earth-mother in the book, Joanna, is a bit judgemental? A She is, but she comes around at the end. I like her character because I think she grows a lot, becomes a lot stronger. And feels a lot better about herself because she’s enjoying doing something that the other women are not always enjoying or are having difficulty doing. So I think she emerges as quite a strong in the end and also, at the end there’s some sort of sense that she’s taking one of the other characters under her wing. And becoming a friend again. Q What made you use the device of the missing baby in the plot ? A I’d been thinking about post-natal depression and post-natal psychosis and including that in my book because I thought it was important to betray how someone can get very depressed after they have a baby. Things aren’t all perfect and it’s very difficult to be alone with a baby 24 hours a day. Women in that situation often think they can’t look after the baby. Q id you have a friend suffer from PND? A I’ve known people who have had post-natal depression. Yeah. And I think I’ve experienced depression and I’ve experienced elation after having children so I can understand all the different emotions people go through when they’re mothers. Q I also liked Joanna’s pre-occupation with weight and losing it? A When I was writing the book I was going to Weight-watchers. It was after I had my son and I put on a lot of weight and I needed to lose 10 kgs. So that found it’s way into the writing and I love baking cakes. My son has a peanut allergy and so he can’t eat things from bakeries and I have to do a lot of cooking anyway and I just love it and I just love to eat it. There’s nothing better I like than a cup of tea, a piece of cake and a good book. But I’ve learned that you cannot eat cakes 24 hours a day. I was a bit of a cake addict, but now I’m a social cake eater. I never eat cake alone. Q You lost the weight? A Yes, and then I had another baby and put it back on, but I’ve lost most of it now. Q What’s your favourite cake? A A pumpkin syrup cake and it’s in The Women’s Weekly Best Cakes and Slices. I love that cake. It’s delicious! Q Tell me about the books and authors you like? A The book I read most recently that I really liked was Unless by Carol Shields. It was lovely, so beautifully written and so effortless to read. And I’ve just read The Hours. I started I’m A Believer by Jessica Adams. My favourite book of all time is To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee Collins and I love Little Women, Gone With The Wind, Rebecca and I love The Shipping News by Annie Proux and Tim Winton’s Cloudstreet. Q Your star sign? A Aquarius. Q How old are you? I’ve just turned 33. I was born in 1970. Q Louise believes? A In the resilience of women. Q Loves? A Family. Q Wishes? A Apart from world peace – that everybody could find joy or their heart’s desire? Q Who first read your manuscript? A Michael. Q Because he was there or because you trust his opinion? A (laughing) I think he was desperate to know if he was in it, actually. Was I giving away too many personal secrets? I think he wanted power of veto. Q Before you attended University of Queensland where were you educated? A Gap State High School. Q You must feel proud of what you’ve accomplished? A This is so amazing, it’s succeeded way beyond my wildest dreams, this little book! Q Why call it a ‘little book?” A Because it wasn’t as if I sat down and said ‘oh, I’m going to write a really great book.’ I just thought I’d write and see what happens. And it got published and all these wonderful things keep happening. It’s just amazing. I feel like I’ve got a guardian angel or something. I’ve started my 2nd book, I’ve got my title, but I’m not saying what it is. I couldn’t write it – completed three chapters and then threw them away and I thought ‘what’s wrong with this?’ Then I thought, ‘I don’t have the title.’ Q That’s the reverse of the way most writers do it? A I think I need a theme , I need something to write about. The title’s like a feed and everything else forms around that. I hope to get it done – it’s going to be a busy year for me. It’s all new to me, too. This is the first time I’ve been interviewed in my life.

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What is an eating disorder?

From The Australian Women’s Weekly Health Series Eating Disorders book. Click here to buy the book.

As the names indicate, eating or dieting disorders involve a struggle with eating and unreasonable dieting – strictly limiting the amount and types of food eaten, “losing control” and eating too much, or having to get rid of the food as soon as possible after eating.

However it is not only about eating. It is also about being unhappy with body shape, size or weight and the destructive effect this has on self-esteem, relationships and ability to cope with life generally.

How we think we look has become a crucial determinant of self-worth and happiness. The US magazine Glamour conducted a survey through the University of Cincinnati that asked 33,000 women questions about their body image – in other words how they perceived, and how they felt about, their bodies. Seventy-five per cent considered themselves to be too fat and 96 per cent said their weight affected how they felt about themselves.

Almost half of them said loosing weight would be a greater source of happiness than a relationship, success at work or hearing from an old friend. The figures in this part of the world are similar. For example, a Medical Journal of Australia report found that 20 per cent of the women surveyed resorted to drastic weight control methods while 17 per cent binged at least once per week. In a Cleo magazine survey of women and dieting, over half of the women taking part said they felt depressed about their weight and 73 per cent felt envious about someone else’s body every day.

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Soy for diabetics

As if helping to lower cholesterol and relieving some menopausal symptoms isn’t enough good news, soy may soon have a new health claim to make. In a small study conducted at Hull University in England, researchers tested the effect of soy supplements on diabetic women. For 12 weeks, one group of the women ate meals sprinkled with a soy protein powder containing 132 mg of isoflavones, while a control group ate meals that did not. The result? The soy powder appeared to lower dangerous insulin levels in diabetics. However, before taking any supplements, diabetics should check with their doctor first.

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Quick stress busters

Stress can harm your heart and compromise your immune system, resulting in a lowered resistance to infection. Try these three quick tips to beat stress and bring instant calm.

1. Shrug Your Shoulders

This releases tension held in your neck and back. Slowly and deliberately raise your shoulders as close to your ears as you can while breathing in deeply; then slowly push them back and down in a rolling motion, breathing out. Repeat five times.

2. Take A Whiff

Several essential oils have powerful calming effects. Keep a bottle of lavender, sandalwood, or chamomile oil in your desk drawer and sniff as needed. Or, dab a few drops of the oils on a hanky and carry it with you.

3. Find Your Pressure Points

According to Traditional Chinese Medicine, applying pressure to particular acupressure points on your body helps release stagnant qi (chi, or life force or energy); blocked qi can make you feel sluggish and lethargic. On your right leg, find the small depression located four finger-widths down from your kneecap and one finger-width over toward the outside of your leg. Press your middle finger into this point for a count of one minute. Repeat with your other leg.

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Headaches

From The Australian Women’s Weekly Home Library Series, Headaches: Relief at Last, A$12.95. Buy the book here.

A headache is a fact of life for countless people every day, but that doesn’t mean that it need be endured in silence. This up-to-date guide explains the causes of most common problems, from tension headaches to migraines, and provides practical answers on how you can set yourself free of headache pain.

IF PAIN PERSISTS……..

The vast majority of headaches are suffered in silence. In the belief that pain will be short-lived, or that headache is one of those things that is sent to us to try us (and it does!) many people simply soldier on.

However, as they say in advertisements for painkillers, if pain persists, you should consult your doctor. And not only if the pain is persistent; if headaches suddenly strike someone usually headache-free, or if the usual pain suffered changes in character or intensity, or is causing you any concern, it goes without saying that you should seek medical advice.

The good news is that headaches can be treated. People often don’t seek treatment, thinking that headaches are one of those things that we just have to put up with, but there are many very effective treatments available, so do consult your doctor if troubled by headache pain.

Consultation

When you consult your doctor, he or she will probably ask a series of questions designed to arrive at a diagnosis of the type of headache you are suffering from – whether it’s an idiopathic (medicalese for “precise cause unknown”) headache, like a tension or migraine headache, or whether it could spring from some sinister problem, such as a brain tumour or abscess.

The doctor is likely to ask where the pain strikes – front or back of the head? Over the eye? – and how it feels – pounding or throbbing? A tight band around the head? He or she may inquire about other symptoms associated with the pain, such as nausea, vomiting, change in bowel habit or special sensitivity to bright lights, sounds or smells.

You may be asked whether the pain is increasing, whether it’s worse in the morning or when you cough, bend or strain, and how it reacts to simple medication, like analgesics (painkillers). The doctor may also ask how the pain is effected by weekends, travel or other breaks in routine, and whether jarring the head makes it worse.

Examination

The doctor will probably check your family history (heredity can play a part, particularly migraines), as well as any medication you are taking for other conditions (headache can be a side effect of some medications that act by expanding the blood vessels). He or she may take your temperature and check your nose and ears for signs of infection – a common cause of headache – as well as check your reflexes and eyes for signs of neurological problems. If a cause of concern is found, it may be necessary to order blood tests, X-rays of your sinuses, a brain scan and/or refer to your neurologist.

Long before you’ve got to this point, however, you will probably have been asked about any personal problem or special stress you may be experiencing, because the overwhelming likelihood is that your trouble is a simple tension headache.

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Crazy quilt

Materials

White lawn (for backing squares), quantity depends on the size of your quilt

Scraps of medium-weight cotton fabric

Thread

Backing fabric

Wide bias binding (in colour to match your quilt)

Method

Following our Crazy Quilt Guide and using fabric A, cut lawn into 22cm squares. To stitch patchwork, lay a scrap of fabric (fabric B in diagram) right side up over one corner of the lawn. Pin in place as illustrated in Step 1.

Take the next piece of fabric (fabric C in diagram) and lay it face down in a diagonal line over fabric B, as illustrated in Step 2.

Machine stitch in place using a 6mm seam. Trim sewn edge and open fabric C right side out, press.

When fabric C is opened out to the right side, two corners of the lawn square will be covered, as illustrated in Step 3.

Continue stitching pieces together until the base square (fabric A) is totally covered.

Press and trim edges to form a square the same size as the base fabric (A), as illustrated in Step 4.

Make as many squares using the method above, as desired.

To make up your quilt, join your squares in strips, then join these strips, matching seams.

Cut and join fabric for backing; make your backing at least 5cm larger all around than your quilt. Tack backing and quilt top wrong sides together (no wadding is used). Turn out. Machine quilt along all seams (use a walking foot or the dual feed on your machine). Trim corners into curves and bind the edges of your quilt with bias binding.

Credit: Quilt designed and made by Yvonne Line.

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Shooting butterflies

Shooting Butterflies by Marika Cobbold, published by Allen and Unwin, $29.95, is our Great Read for April.

The remarkable thing about this morning was not that it was Grace’s birthday; after all, that occurred once a year so by the time you got to forty you should have ceased to be surprised. Nor was there much to say about the day itself; she walked down Kensington High Street to get the paper and it was muggy and overcast, the air so heavy with pollution you felt like offering it a hand to rise.

Back home, there was nothing odd about the toaster malfunctioning, Grace’s two slices of white bread getting caught and having to be prised out piece by piece, nor about the tea turning cold before she remembered to remove the teabag. And she had expected cards; she had friends, after all, and Mrs Shield. No, what gave the day it’s unusual quality was that the postman, when he arrived, handed her a present from her dead lover.

She tore open the tattered brown paper parcel with its US stamps, thinking it might be a present from her Aunt Kathleen. Inside was a picture. She lifted it out and turned it the right way, gazing at the painting as if she had found a pink, breathing baby beneath a heap of rags. Outdoors, it was murky; leaden sky, charcoal asphalt, and the dirty white of the concrete building opposite. Indoors, the picture brought its own light.

There was an envelope hidden in a pocket of the wrapping. It had been opened and sealed again with a couple of bits of tape. On it was simply written Grace. It was his writing. She put the envelope down on the table, shook herself and then looked again. It was still his writing. She picked the envelope up and tore it open. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she read on, but her hands remained steady; it was her training.

The painting was the kind of gift – remarkable and utterly right – that he would send her; but two years after his death? Grace was not one of those people who discounted miracles; she just didn’t think them likely. He was dead and, this being life, there would be no resurrection.

She propped the picture up against the back of one of the kitchen chairs. She looked at what he had looked at; there was a time lag of over two years, but they were sharing the view: the house brooding in the background, the dark-haired girl seated by the water’s edge, the figure gazing at her with such longing, and all washed in a light so clear it might have been sieved through a fine muslin cloth. The sea was playing in shades of blue and, beyond, the horizon was endless. Grace had seen such light and such horizons in the past, in other places, but never from a window at Northbourne House. And A.L.Forbes, who was he? She had never heard of a painter of that name, yet this was not some amateur work but the work of a true artist.

She turned the letter over in her hand and it was then she noticed the scribble on the back.

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