A new French life in Bordeaux (Part Two)

In Part One of my interview with Clare, we learn why it had to be France for her family, we read her excellent pre-departure tips, she shares the decision-making process which led them to Bordeaux, and hear how her children adapted to life in a new country and language.

Today, we discover if the family's French journey is set to continue and her advice to other families who are dreaming of a new life in France. 

Clare can be found on Instagram @mme_cabernet_franks. If there is any chance that you might one day find yourself in or near Bordeaux and keen to do a wine tour in the area, I would highly recommend that you follow and save Clare's details. 

Please enjoy Part Two of our interview:

Now settled in France, what does a typical day look like for you?

My husband works remotely and I’m currently in the wine tourism off-season, so we have a fairly relaxed time during the week. Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday, we get up for family breakfast and one of us walks the kids to school for an 8.30 am start, then swings by the boulangerie on the way home. We then work on our businesses - I’m starting up my own independent, bespoke wine tour guide business in 2025, as well as planning to take on some freelance work while I’m developing my business. We often go out for walks together while the kids are at school, heading to the beautiful Jardin Public or out along the Garonne riverfront with our newest family addition, a cocker spaniel pup named Pépite! At 4.30 pm, one of us walks Pépite over to get the kids from school - fresh croissant/chocolatine in hand for goûter (afternoon tea), naturally - and Adam helps with homework and makes work phone calls while I make dinner. It’s a fairly normal evening family routine, but when the marché de Noël (Christmas market) is on, we’ll take an evening walk through there, or through the city under the beautiful Christmas lights. Bordeaux is such a vibrant city that it almost always has some fun exhibition or festival to see or explore. 

Wednesdays are pretty packed, with a French tutor for Flynn first thing (there’s only so much we can do to help him with his French homework!) and then soccer training for the boys in the afternoon. Similarly, Saturday mornings tend to be based around soccer matches and afternoons for birthday parties of their friends (typical family stuff, whether in France or Australia). Sundays/weekends generally are spent heading to the open-air fruit and vegetable markets in the morning for our fresh produce and meats for the week, and afternoons exploring new parks or hiking trails with the kids and the dog.

On days when I’m working as a wine tour guide, we have breakfast together and then I head out to get the van. I then meet my group of lovely, relaxed tourists at the Office de Tourisme and drive them out to the medieval village of Saint-Émilion, or to the Médoc region. As I drive, I tell them a bit of the history of the region and how it became a world class winemaking area. We stop at a few chateaux throughout the day to tour the wine-making facilities and see how the wine magic happens, then they have a tasting. At lunchtime on Saint-Émilion days, I take the clients on a 15-20 minute tour of the village and tell them some of the history and point out my favourite lunch and shopping recommendations. I then spend a couple of hours wandering the village and exploring the surrounding streets myself. It’s such a great job!

 

Honestly, I can’t work out how we both managed intense full time careers, parenting and managing a household in Australia. Life here definitely feels like it moves at a slower pace, but we also feel equally as busy as when we lived in Australia and worked so many more hours.

 

Do you have any stories that you are able to share with us: moments that have been truly joyous, difficult, rewarding, funny etc.

 

We have had so many incredible moments! 

 

Our first day (back) in France, when we went to the best local boulangerie and grabbed 3 baguettes and 4 croissants and sat together, devouring them in the sunshine as we discussed how amazing French baked goods are. 

 

Attending our first parent-teacher interviews and being able to understand 90% of what the teacher (speaking slowly) was saying - not to mention hearing how well the kids were doing in school already. Going to apéros after kids parties and making friends with their French parents - we’ve spoken mostly Franglais but have shared wonderful times and many laughs with them and are really feeling accepted into their French friendships. 

 

The moments where I’ve realised I can now communicate properly with people in French - whole conversations - albeit a tad stilted and not the most extensive vocabulary, but actually being able to speak French after only taking it up at 40 years of age has been such a rewarding accomplishment.

 

I think our best day was, after driving the 2.5 hours down to the Pyrénées on a whim for an overnight stay, going hiking in the mountains the next day and stumbling across a massive paddock with about 300 white cows with cowbells clanging and gorgeous, gentle giant Percheron mares and their foals wandering freely. We spent about 3 hours just taking it all in, having a little picnic and patting those beautiful horses. It was truly the most magical afternoon. 

Less incredible moments have been watching the kids struggle in the early weeks at school - we spoke to our oldest son’s teacher, explaining that he was struggling to make friends (hoping she would assign a kid to look out for him at break times). Her response? “Bahhhh oui, mais c’est normal. Il ne peut pas parler français.” Another memorable moment was crying in frustration to a woman on the phone regarding the share car service, after getting stuck with a car with a flat tyre and trying to get her to let me just take the other share car that was parked there too “Non, c’est pas possible. Vous avez réservé ce véhicule et vous ne pouvez pas le changer” - we’ve all been there, right? Dealing with the French pace and state of administration has been a steep learning curve. Saying goodbye to expat friends who spent a year here and then moved home has been really tough too. 

Overall, the good has outweighed the bad by far. The day-to-day experience of living the European and particularly French lifestyle has just been a real pleasure and we feel happy and settled here. We originally thought that 6-12 months would be enough to know how we felt about staying here long term, but we were really only hitting our stride at the one-year mark and over 18 months later we actually feel really settled now. 

Is your French journey set to continue?

 

Absolutely! We’re currently arranging to sell our home in Melbourne and are actively looking to buy a limestone country manor or old farmhouse here in the Bordeaux region! 

 

And finally, would you recommend the experience of living in France to other families?

 

100% yes! We love the pace of life here, the beauty of the architecture and medieval villages, the gorgeous, green countryside free of deadly snakes(!), the fresh food and, arguably, the best bread in the world. The butter is outrageously good too - especially the cristaux de sel de mer (sea salt crystals). Not to mention the access to visit so many wonderful countries in Europe. Life in France feels like it is more family/friends/happiness-centred than it did (for us) in Australia. France is certainly not a capitalist heaven, so there’s no feeling of competing for who works the longest hours and makes the most money and drives the biggest car. On the contrary, most friends here work part time, drive a car that’ll get them around safely and enjoy their free time out in open spaces or going to art exhibitions etc. Even if only for a year, if your heart longs for France and you can afford it, I say ‘go for it.' 

 

Thanks so much, Clare. I look forward to staying in touch and, once more, if you would like to follow her journey, Clare can be found on Instagram @mme_cabernet_franks

And for another French-Australian story (mine 😊), please find below links to my 5 books (including Books 1-3 in my 'French at Heart' series). With thanks.

The links should take you to where you need to go, wherever you are in the world, to make a purchase.

• But you are in France, Madame: One family, three children, five bags and the promise of adventure living in the French Alps
• Weaving a French Life: An Australian story
• Love, fear and a return to France: A family memoir
• With bare feet and sandy toes: Growing up in Australia in the 1960s & 70s
• Talk and Play with your Child in French

A new French life in Bordeaux (Part One)

Clare, it has been lovely connecting with you. Thank you for participating in my occasional series, ‘Australians in France.’ I can relate to so much of what you have written - and I am sure that anyone who is thinking of a move to France will appreciate your thoughts on your experience so far. 

Clare can be found on Instagram @mme_cabernet_franks.

Please enjoy Part One of our interview.

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself and your French connection?

Although I’ve dreamt about France for much of my life, I had never been here before 2019! In 2019, I took long service leave from my work as a government lawyer in Melbourne, and my husband, Adam, and I packed up a few suitcases, a pram, travel cot, a car seat, a booster seat and a couple of backpacks and headed to LA and Europe for 4 months with our just-turned-2 year old and almost-5 year old children! Were we crazy? Maybe. Was it worth it? Absolutely. People kept telling us how hard it would be to travel for 4 months with 2 small children. My response? “It’s hard in Melbourne. I’d rather be having a hard time with 2 small children in the South of France!”

 

We visited my family in Ireland, went to London, Copenhagen, Berlin and then headed to Paris. We hadn’t booked the last 7 weeks of our stay in Europe and planned to do 10 days in Paris, a week or so in Aix-en-Provence and then head to Switzerland (via Annecy), perhaps Vienna or Italy and then back to LA for time with my in-laws, then home. We ended up loving France so much that we spent the entire last 7 weeks in France! 

 

As soon as we got back, we started learning French on Duolingo and Babbel, eating French food as much as possible and searching out the best croissants in Melbourne! 

 

What was it that prompted you to head to France with your family? How long did you anticipate staying originally?

 

We returned to Melbourne in mid-January 2020. At the time, there was increasing talk of a novel virus coming out of China - we had no clue at that time how much it would impact our lives and future. We spent the next year and a half in some level of lockdown (Melbourne had the longest in the world at that point), with the kids unable to go to daycare or school for most of 2020. The only real plus was that we were able to put a lot into our savings while we weren’t spending $500 a week on childcare fees, or anything on eating out or doing fun activities! 

 

Sadly, in late March of 2020, my wonderful mother-in-law passed away from pancreatic cancer. Andrea was not quite 70 when she passed and had only retired from work 2.5 years prior, after her diagnosis. She wasn’t able to travel during that period, so we took the kids to LA to visit as much as possible. Between the epic Melbourne covid lockdowns and the loss of Andrea, Adam and I felt like life was so short and the future so uncertain that we wanted to make the most of our lockdown savings. Over a bottle of wine and a French meal one evening, Adam said “you know, we could live in France for a year with that money” I responded “uhhh YEAH WE COULD! When should we leave?” *Adam tried to back out a few times after that conversation, but I was intent on making it happen and kept reminding him that it was his idea! 

 

For inspiration, I immediately started reading all manner of ‘we-packed-up-our -lives-and-moved-to-France’ books, the first being “But you are in France, Madame”! 

 

To undertake a trip such as yours there must have been a fair amount of preparation. What were some of the things on your pre-departure to-do list and do you have any hints for families who might be thinking of doing the same thing?

 

I’m lucky enough to have an Irish parent and had taken out my Irish citizenship in my 20s. As such, visas weren’t an issue for us. I immediately applied for the children’s Irish citizenship and discovered that between Brexit and Covid, the wait was going to be nearly 2 years! We got some advice on the type of visa Adam would need (titre de séjour) and then we started planning in earnest. We decided to rent out our house (to come back to) but to sell all our furniture, the car, etc. Because the kids and I have EU citizenship and Adam was entitled to a 5-year titre de séjour, we decided that if we liked life in France and could find work, we’d stay as long as we were happy here.

 

We started the boys in French lessons, signed ourselves up for a weekly online session with a French tutor on Preply, put sticky notes around the house with the French word for what it was ‘la chambre, le miroir, la toilette, la porte, la fenêtre’ - they were everywhere! We also made a million lists of things we needed to do/sell/buy/organise, One for leaving Australia, one for living in France. Ticking off those boxes was very satisfying! I looked up websites with useful information about moving overseas - especially to France. We looked into healthcare, school (we considered International, private and public schools), remote work opportunities, etc. I also joined a few ‘Australians in France’ facebook groups and posted with some questions about their moves and anything we needed to know. People in those groups were really helpful and I found some others who were also planning a year in France at the same time, so it was really nice to be able to discuss planning details and challenges with them.

 

My top tip is honestly to get a good relocation agent. Unless you’re fluent in French, you really need someone who can speak to immobiliers (real estate agents) about rentals, give you advice on rental (or sale) contracts, fill out school application paperwork (if kids are going to a French public school) and all your utilities contracts, and help you set up all your other paperwork - carte vitale, etc. It’s worth every penny you’ll pay them, just for the stress-reduction alone! We also leased a car for a couple of months, which you can arrange from Australia in advance.

 

My other top tip is ‘you can’t start clearing out your worldly goods too soon!’ We were packing up and still doing op-shop runs on our last day! We decided early on that we’d take only 4-5 large suitcases, much like you, Catherine. Furniture is just that and there’s plenty of amazing furniture in France, likewise clothing/fashion! We sent a suitcase of special things to mum’s house (along with the dog and cat) and shipped over 3 boxes of useful items, such as Adam’s woodworking tools and baseball gear, my Kitchenaid mixer and horse riding gear (the essentials!) and some special photos/paintings etc. Everything else could be easily bought here (and believe me, we’ve accumulated plenty of stuff already!)

 

How did you choose where you would live? Does this area live up to your expectations?

 

Initially, we thought perhaps the stunning Annecy could be a good option. We absolutely loved it when we visited in 2019, but ultimately decided that 2 people born in desert cities (Adelaide and LA) were probably not quite ready to live in the Alps winters! We considered Lyon and Montpellier, initially, before Adam googled “best places to live in France with children” and Bordeaux popped up. We struck Lyon off the list when we decided we couldn’t live 5 hours’ drive from the beach, and Montpellier off the list when I put my foot down and said that my pasty ginger self had spent enough of my life covered from head to toe in sunscreen and wasn’t really very suited to the Mediterranean life! 

 

Bordeaux was the perfect in-between. It’s a stunningly beautiful city (it truly is a mini-Paris), it’s close to beautiful countryside, medieval villages and also to the beach. The city also has a very green-thinking mairie. The public transport is excellent, a lot like Melbourne, people walk/bike/scoot everywhere, and there are wonderful little potager gardens along the riverside, as well as fruit trees in the local parcs. We adore Bordeaux and her surrounds. The weather is generally pretty good (although 2023 summer left a lot to be desired - it rained SO much.) and the beach is less than an hour away, so our little Aussie hearts are satisfied with that.  

 

Thankfully, I didn’t have to continue life as a lawyer here in France. One of the many benefits of Bordeaux is the amazing wine region! I gave up lawyer life and was lucky enough to score a job as a wine tour guide for the 2024 tourism season (March-October). I quickly learnt as much as humanly possible about wine-making, tasting and the wine history of Bordeaux, as well as some general history, and started driving tourists to Saint-Émilion and the Médoc for wine tours and tastings. It was such an incredible way to get to know the area and the wines of Bordeaux (and make some euros at the same time). I also made some truly wonderful French friends - I was one of only 3 non-French guides in the team. They’ve helped me with my French, wine and food knowledge and all manner of things - even with translating medical speak at 11pm on a Wednesday when our son ended up in hospital! 

 

You have two children. How easily did they make the transition into French living? Can you tell us a bit about their experiences of school, making friends, adjusting to new routines, food etc?

 

The boys were our biggest concern regarding the move. Our oldest was 8 and our youngest 5 when we left Australia. The oldest had a very close friendship group since childcare days, and it was truly heartbreaking to be breaking them up. We also had to leave our dog and my beloved cat behind, neither of whom would have handled the journey well at all - especially if we were to return after a year and they’d had to spend 8 weeks in quarantine. Saying goodbye to their beloved pets was excruciating.

 

Initially, we started the boys off in an international school. Again, if we only stayed in France for a year it felt a little kinder for them to spend half their week in French and half in English, to have friends in similar situations to them who they could bond with over that experience, and for us to have some expat friends too. Unfortunately, the school we chose had only just opened the new campus we’d chosen and the administration wasn’t great, so we ended up moving them to a French public school after only one term. They made friends with a lovely boy from that school though and our families have become really close. 

 

Adjusting to French school was tough, especially for our eldest. The language was exhausting for them and they’d often spend the evenings having meltdowns over minor things and crying, which is not normal for our boys. However, we were lucky to have a school that had an international section so it has a wonderful French language catch up program. The boys had 6 hours a week of intensive French classes and our youngest even scored above average in the National school testing in January (after only starting there in November!). 

 

Our oldest son struggled to make friends as the grade 4 kids already had strongly-established friendships. The youngest was fine as he started in CP (first year of primary school), so all the other kids were only just starting and making new friendships too - he’s also very talented at soccer, so he was a popular pick for the lunch time teams! Within about 3-4 months, their French was good enough to keep up with their peers and they were both feeling comfortable at school. It was great when they started swim lessons at school too, their friends were all blown away by their prowess in the pool - they’re pretty good by Aussie standards, but impressive compared to the rest of the world! 

 

It really took a whole year for our oldest to feel truly accepted into the friendship groups, though. As a parent, it was so painful to see him struggling when he’d been so settled with his friends back home in Australia. However, it’s also been one of the most wonderful things to watch him become bilingual and create secure friendships with French kids at school. They’re both really thriving now, which is such a relief and a joy to see. We’re so proud of how hard they’ve both worked to become fluent in French in such a short time and to overcome the challenges of not only starting a new school, but in another language. 

 

As for food, initially they didn’t like the French school lunches and ate mostly the endless pieces of baguette with butter for lunch. But now they eat almost everything they’re served up there and are super picky about their cheeses.. a comté (French cheese made from unpasteurised cow's milk) simply MUST be aged for at least 18 months and they love a nice goat’s cheese too!. Rest assured that whenever there is a grève (strike) - every term at least, they get a Vegemite sandwich and caramello koala or killer python in their lunchbox!

 

Oh and their favourite thing about school in France? No school on Wednesday. 

Thanks so much, Clare. I look forward to sharing Part Two of our interview soon where you reflect on some of your more memorable moments, and let us know if your French journey is set to continue. Until then, Clare can be found on Instagram @mme_cabernet_franks

And for another French-Australian story (mine 😊), please find below links to my 5 books (including Books 1-3 in my 'French at Heart' series). With thanks.

The links should take you to where you need to go, wherever you are in the world, to make a purchase.

• But you are in France, Madame: One family, three children, five bags and the promise of adventure living in the French Alps
• Weaving a French Life: An Australian story
• Love, fear and a return to France: A family memoir
• With bare feet and sandy toes: Growing up in Australia in the 1960s & 70s
• Talk and Play with your Child in French

How can you know if you’ve got what it takes?

On the way up or down?

Not many writers have the career highlights to which Jack Heath can lay claim. Notably, how many of us have submitted a manuscript, our first, and had it picked up by a traditional publisher? Quite a few, you might suggest. Yes, yes. But how many of those lucky ones had their first manuscript picked up by a traditional publisher at the age of seventeen? I wouldn’t have a clue. But, of those who had their first submission selected for publication at the tender age of 17, how many have had that same book go on to become an international bestseller AND be named Young Australian of the Year for good measure a few years after that?

Hmmm. I would guess not many. Certainly not me on any of the counts.

 

I listened to Jack speak from the middle of the jam-packed dining room at the Carrington hotel in the Blue Mountains a few weekends ago. Microphone in hand, I was doing my best to blend in, fade, and jump outstretched legs to avoid undue intimacy, whilst attempting to reach those in the crowd who wished to ask a question of the esteemed speaker.

 

Audience member: Excuse-me, you’re blocking my view. (that was to me, not Jack)

 

Me: Oh sorry.

 

Audience member no. 2: I can’t see now. (that, too, was to me)

 

Me: Ah. Got it.

 

“Your turn now” (again, me, whispering as I placed the microphone in a different audience member no. 3’s hands and stood back to block the view of yet another)

 

Audience member no. 3: Jack, can you tell us how you navigated that period of not knowing whether you could do it? It is easy for you now that you have ‘made it’ as an author, but back then, can you tell us how you felt and what you did specifically to help with that feeling?

 

Jack: (laughing gently) I’m not sure that you ever feel that you have ‘made it.’ Today, this very second could be the zenith of my career. But, let me tell you that after the success of book one, books two, three, four, five, six and seven* were all flops.

 

Deep in contemplation of that number of failed manuscripts, I must have missed the next bit where presumably he spoke of his emotions and then said what I have heard over and again from writers about writing being his life, his incapacity to not write, or the urgent need to write …or maybe not.

 

I re-connected when I heard the word lunchbox (food tends to get my attention) and lost focus again for a few seconds. It was mid-morning after all.

 

Jack: I realised that I needed to be honest about my journey for those who are trying to get somewhere (I heard him say after having metaphorically consumed a pickle-and-mortadella sandwich of my husband’s school days).

 

Kind. That is so very reassuring. Now, all the budding writers in the audience (most I’d say) can feel confident that if their treasured words are not cutting the mustard with the industry gatekeeper publishers right now (or on their next six or seven attempts), when they get to their 40^th, 50^th or 69^th published book, like Jack, they can look back on his encouragement to just keep going and nod sagely.

 

Oh, I forgot to say that Jack’s first crime thriller was voted one of the 100 best books of all time … twice. 

 

*I might have lost count here

No, I am not up to number 69, but my 5 books (including Books 1-3 in my 'French at Heart' series celebrating my French-Australian life) are linked below.

The links should take you to where you need to go, wherever you are in the world, to make a purchase.

• But you are in France, Madame: One family, three children, five bags and the promise of adventure living in the French Alps
• Weaving a French Life: An Australian story
• Love, fear and a return to France: A family memoir
• With bare feet and sandy toes: Growing up in Australia in the 1960s & 70s
• Talk and Play with your Child in French

How difficult is it to do nothing?

The bright orange flickers behind the solid oven door in the kitchen looked to be up to the task. The thermometer, unmoved at 13.9 degrees Celsius, stated otherwise.

We had had notification of this power outage three times previously with three subsequent reprieves. So, I was mildly optimistic that life on this cold winter’s day in the mountains would again be uninterrupted.

Nonetheless, cautious, and not at all interested in testing my spartan capabilities in freezing water, I showered early, ran the dishwasher, and set the washing machine to finish before 8 am--the scheduled electricity cut-off time--then boiled the kettle and filled a thermos ready for an instant morning coffee (not my first preference but ‘faute de grives on mange des merles.’)

 

This time, however, the notice was spot-on. I hot spotted my phone to my computer and started work as normal. Bzzzz, the battery exhausted-blackness stopped me mid-sentence, a couple of hours later. My phone, already on low power mode, was threatening to following suit. I’m a problem-solver, I thought. I’ve got this. There must be a solution.

 

Perhaps I could sit in the car with the engine running as it re-charges my phone? Ugh. Out of cars this week. To the angst of its owner--me--one of our cars had happily taken up residence at the mechanics four weeks ago and seemed to be happily living out of home with no thought of resuming co-habitation with its parents. Wait, was I still talking moving vehicles here? Its sister (of the mechanical kind) had left home at 5 am on its way to work this morning.

 

Neighbours? Nuh-uh. They’re in the same powerless boat.

 

Hmm. Can’t work, can’t study Italian online, can’t type up a quick blog entry … what to do?

 

Soothing rom-com or documentary set in Italy on Netflix? Whoops. Please forget that I even mentioned that energy reliant device.

 

Walk the dog? Walk to a café? That would be a most satisfactory option if my back hadn’t sent me into spasms yesterday. Hopefully, that inconvenience will disappear less stealthily than it arrived.

 

Food? I knew there was an answer. Standing with the fridge door ajar, I peered for a long minute (old habits die hard) into the semi-darkness. “Yay,” I cried out. “I spy some, hmm, cold soup.” Not a wonderful winter warmer. But Catherine, I reasoned, calling on my latent warrior inclinations, there is more than one way to plumer un dindon, d’éplucher l’abricot, de plumer un canard … (After all, I’d rather not fouetter un chat.) I have an old-fashioned, wood-burning stove at my service.

 

What now, I wondered after I had taken a flight of fancy to our proposed Italian future courtesy of my chunky bean and orechiette soup. Ah yes. I am midway through a beautiful story. I can read. And hanging tightly onto the banister, I hauled myself step by step to my bedside table, grabbed my tome and gingerly redescended, accepting the illusory invitation proffered by the cloudless blue winter’s sky to settle on the deck outside.

But, concentrating so hard on concentrating, concentration evaded me and instead of forcing the delectation of exquisite prose, I plucked my bookmark from pages already consumed ready to tuck it back in place.

 

For my mum because I love her.

 

That--the single line on an old florist’s card serving as my marque-page--did it. I was officially distracted. But motivated too. I re-positioned myself at my desk, and searching unsuccessfully for digital confirmation of the number of hours I had left to endure before technological re-connection, threw a look over my shoulder at the microwave. Shrugging instead, I opened a notebook, picked up a pen, and started scribbling.

 

PS Stoking the fire assiduously, I have managed to get the room temperature up to 15.4 degrees Celsius.

 

Note to self: Should write freehand more often as my scrawls are becoming increasingly hard to decipher.

Catherine's books for purchase:

• But you are in France, Madame: One family, three children, five bags and the promise of adventure living in the French Alps
• Weaving a French Life: An Australian story
• Love, fear and a return to France: A family memoir
• With bare feet and sandy toes: Growing up in Australia in the 1960s & 70s

No thank you for the music

Finding the blue sky on a brisk winter's day. Holyrood Palace

Spotify CEO Daniel Ek’s comment that the “cost of creating ‘content’ is close to zero” was recently passed under my nose. On the nose, I’d suggest is more accurate. For whom exactly is the cost close to zero? Could it be that Monsieur Ek is suggesting that every minute, hour, week -nay year- that I spend as a creative, producing content, is worth nothing?

 

Today, in local news items in Australia, yet another article on the increased salaries of company directors and CEOs was waved in my direction. This, as families struggle to make ends meet, forego purchasing necessary medication, cancel their children’s dance classes and skip meals to meet their elevated mortgage commitments.

 

Is this a rant? I guess so. But hear me out.

 

I ran into a neighbour yesterday and he asked how my writing was going. He is always interested, always impressed with what I do. I told him that I am about to start work on recording my second, third and fourth books for the audio book market. Excitedly, he pointed out that he knew a fellow down the road who had a studio – a proper recording studio – that I might be able to use.

 

“That’s a lovely suggestion but, financial constraints dictate that my ‘studio’ will continue to comprise a wall of foam blocks around my desk, a blanket under my computer, curtains drawn and another blanket over my head.”

 

I didn’t go on to tell him that I had received my audio book sales report that afternoon that showed that when listeners decide to play the system, listen to a full book, return it, and get credit for it, I lose money on the transaction. I don’t just give back what I would have earned, I actually pay for their sneakiness. Neither did I tell him that it hurts when some readers baulk at the cost of a book at $3.99 but will pay $4.50 for a cup of coffee. I also really wanted to tell him what my full year’s income as a writer is, but pride stopped me.

 

I love my neighbour’s enthusiasm for what I do. I thank him for his interest as I thank and appreciate every one of my readers. Is it possible that overpaid CEOs of the world might one day value me, my output, and my time in the same way? The sad truth is that they probably won’t.

 

I guess I’ll have to continue working a second job in order to justify the hours that I spend writing and marketing my ‘no-cost’ content.

With thanks for your ongoing support, here are my books (including Books 1-3 in the 'French at Heart' series)

The links should take you to where you need to go, wherever you are in the world, to make a purchase. 

• But you are in France, Madame: One family, three children, five bags and the promise of adventure living in the French Alps
• Weaving a French Life: An Australian story
• Love, fear and a return to France: A family memoir
• With bare feet and sandy toes: Growing up in Australia in the 1960s & 70s

Bright, beautiful moment on a windy day in Edinburgh