Helen is a writer.  She’ll tell you she’s working on her novel but, really, which aging hack isn’t?

Honestly, though.  It’s out this year.

She has published four non fiction works. Each of which sold sufficiently to fund vacations in New York. She has worked in radio; primarily at the Australian Broadcasting Corporation. She spoke to the moderately young at Triple J and the moderately old at ABC Local Radio.

Her dismissals from broadcast media are always covered with merriment in the nation’s newspapers.

She was a panellist on, without question, the worst Arts Program television has yet produced.  Thankfully, no one has bothered to commit her thoughts regarding transgressive sculpture to youtube.

Today, she writes for The Big Issue, The Age, Rolling Stone, Citysearch, The Sydney Morning Herald, Crikey, ABC Online, The National Times, The Australian’s Literary Review and anyone who might buy her ramblings about The Arts, sex and social media.

You can read Helen’s Wikipedia entry here, but it’s chiefly science fiction. They got her birthday wrong. She’d change it, but her IP address was blocked after a long night of Wikivandalism.

She is committed to social justice and pencil skirts.  She dislikes nostalgia and bad food. Every time the people from VISA call, she wishes she’d learn to kiss corporate ass with the same finesse many of her former colleagues display.

A professed windbag, Helen also addresses rooms of people for money. Talk to these people about that. For queries related to writing, try here.

She lives in Melbourne, Australia.

She’s 40, OK?  Do you have a problem with that?

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