Australian author John Martin

This is the opening scene to my new novel Whitey and the Six Dwarfs, due for release on April 1. Katy hadn’t even had time to clear away yesterday’s empty cups, let alone open up the museum.  She was sitting at the computer reading the old blokes’ email when she heard urgent rapping on the… Continue reading Sneak preview

Dear coach, Please forgive me for doing this a few days before the grand final, but I quit. I was going to tell you at halftime of the preliminary final but, seeing as your face was so red and your blood pressure was obviously soooooooooooooo high, it did not seem like the right time. (Um,… Continue reading A dear John letter to the coach

‘NOW TELL me,’ said the psychiatrist after settling his patient down on the couch, ‘How long have you thought you were really Santa Claus?’ ‘Santa Claus? My name is George!’ The man lifted his head and scowled. ‘What makes you think I think I am Santa Claus?’ ‘Er, w-w-well. I don’t get a lot of… Continue reading Santa Claus contemplates his navel

This piece of funny flash fiction was inspired by an online spat I had with an American who insisted I was wrong when I said the moon landing happened for me on July 21, 1969. I fully accept the date for him was July 20 but I’m not sure he understood how time zones work.… Continue reading One small step for man, one giant leap backwards for photo processing

When I telephoned a local electrician’s home yesterday, a small child answered. I was taken aback. I needed an electrician to check out the wiring on some light fittings, and I had got that number from the telephone directory — E for Electricians. I was not expecting someone so young to answer. “Um … hello… Continue reading Strife of the sparkie

From July 1, Australian shoppers will be forced to buy from amazon.com.au rather than from Amazon stores overseas. I’ve seen some misery guts decrying this online but as an Australian author, I just see opportunity in that digital publishing space. Statistics tell us digital publishing is very immature in Australia compared with the United States… Continue reading Going up … advice for misery guts

I can thank Bert Connell for teaching me to play lawn bowls in 1979. I am not sure if this was before or after the time he sent me on a botched mission to fetch his pipe from home. The reason I can’t remember this is I’ve killed a lot a brain cells with alcohol… Continue reading It’s a long way to the hops, Mr Connell