ArtView September 2015 | Page 6

So I became a commercial lawyer at a city law firm and it seemed like everything was fixed and set and would never change again. There was a treadmill, and a tentative invitation was made to get on it. But in my spare moments, I still wrote these dreadful things that I would send in to the Vogel Awards, or obscure poetry competitions, and hope that one day a magical bridge would appear. And I was lucky, because one did: in the form of a letter from Allen & Unwin that informed me that my latest manuscript was, indeed, quite dreadful. But they extracted something from the judge‟s report which included the small, quite magical phrase: “Lim can write.” And that completely unsolicited and marvellously generous letter gave me the courage to quit my day job and start a second act as a writer. Many of the issues that used to preoccupy me when I was a lawyer, however, still inform my writing for adult and young adult readers in lots of unexpected ways: When you’re a little kid, days seem to go forever and it feels like nothing will ever change. What you want to be when you grow up seems both an easy question to answer (Fireman! Astronaut! Writer!) but impossible to achieve. How do you get from A to B when you‟re a kid? I had tiger parents, so the gap between “writer” and “how does one achieve the state of writerliness?” always seemed particularly insurmountable. School‟s great for telling you how to be a doctor, lawyer or engineer, but the signposts for less “traditional” jobs were missing back then. My parents never read anything that wasn‟t a newspaper or medical journal, so even my decision to study law was met with consternation and seen as unwise: there was no precedent for lawyers in the family. When teachers asked where the fascination and facility with language—rather than science—came from, my parents would answer in honest bewilderment, “We do not know.” Women matter and women’s stories matter because I saw—day in, day out—how hard women had to do it just to earn as much as men or even speak up like men in a hostile corporate landscape. My fictional female characters are always going to be strong women because I have been exposed to strong women who think on their feet, and speak their mind, all my life. Sociopaths come in all shapes and sizes. I‟ve been exposed to the full spectrum of personality types/disorders/drinking problems, so I know this to be true. The world is ethnically and socioeconomically diverse. In the firm I worked for, partners came from “the wrong side of the tracks” (and continued to live there) and reflected the full gamut of nationalities. In my fiction, people will break into other languages at random and be found sleeping in their cars because they‟ve got no home to go to. I‟m not interested in portraying the lives of pretty people with mildly perplexing personal problems because I don‟t know anyone like that.