Thursday, December 30, 2010 at 10:29AM Happy New Year everyone.
To all the readers and booksellers out there - thank you for your support in 2010. It is very valued.
To all the writers out there - Good Luck. May 2011 be the year your manuscript finds a home.
Resolution: Update Website more regularly.
Cheers
Sulari
Monday, October 18, 2010 at 8:52AM 
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'Twas a dark and stormy night...the wind howled inconsolably as the rain fell in near horizontal blasts, and the Sisters in Crime gathered at the Bells Hotel. Angela Savage arrived late. Dark hair, blood red scarf, taller than me. She looked flustered...a little guilty.
"You're late, Savage." I waited for her story as I wondered if her name was more than just a way to get her attention.
"Power failure," she replied. "Stuck on a tram." An alibi of sorts, I suppose...hard to verify...no witnesses.
Later still was P.M. Newton... assured, clearly formidable, much taller than me. She came in battered, claiming to have fallen foul of a taxi door. Interesting. The dried blood and stitches on her brow a vague collaboration, and yet, I was uneasy.
Apparently the transport system was on the offensive, imprisoning and attacking writers. Coincidence...perhaps...but my gut told me otherwise.
Carmel Shute sat on my left...also living up to her name...but with a camera. I noted that she was taller than me. I let her gather her evidence...the photos could be useful when the body turned up.
Across the table was Robin Bowles, sassy, blue fingernails and a set of knuckle-dusters she called rings. Also taller than me. The queen of True Crime...she'd learned a few tricks.
Dangerous place for a girl called Gentill...but still...no body.
Also at the table, Vikki Petraitis...a school marm with an edge. Could be volatile. Not suprisingly she was taller than me.
I'd brought my sister. "Watch my back I said...but take photos of the front." She's a good egg, my sister, reliable, discreet. But cold instinct told me that we might well be out of our depth. She's not much taller than me.
Dinner arrived, mountainous proportions. I checked the ladies' room. Still no body.
We moved upstairs and had it out...the conversation was thick with murder and mirth. I was watchful. I took note of everything. They were all taller than me.
The evening drew to a close and the Sisters of Crime disappeared into the night. I was bewildered...where the hell was that body?!
About to make our own getaway, we made for the door, but Lindy Cameron barred our way. Smooth manner, short hair, somewhat taller than me...there was something clandestine about her. She made us an offer. "We'll take you home...get into the bus." She wouldn't let us refuse. The door of the bus slammed shut like a coffin lid. No witnesses other than the Sisters in Crime from the Mornington Penninsula.
"The GPS has been trying to kill me for a while," Cameron claimed, as we pulled away from the relative safety of the Hotel.
So, she was trying to cast herself as a victim, was she? I laughed ironically. A ploy...a red herring! I was on to her. Someone began to sing "The Wheels on the Bus"...Their plan was obvious...our screams would be drowned out by the musical account of the bus' journey through town. I got ready to go down fighting...and then...we were home.
My sister and I waved them away into the darkness.
"They were lovely," she said.
I nodded grimly, as clarity finally slapped me in the face. "Good Lord... I'm short."
PS: For a more sensible account of this terrific evening have a look at either Angela Savage's or P.M. Newton's blog.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010 at 8:11AM 
Off to Melbourne for dinner with the Sisters in Crime at Bells Hotel in St Kilda on Friday. Will be appearing with fellow writers Angela Savage (Behind the Night Bazaar, The Half-Child) and P.M. Newton (The Old School) on a panel that evening, to discuss crime fiction etc with Robin Bowles to keep us in line. I'm really looking forward to the discussion. Both Angela and Pam write very different kinds of crime fiction and between us we represent a range from "sort of" cosy to hard-boiled police procedural. I've read all their published work and am honoured to be included their company. On Friday morning I'll have the privilege of addressing the students of Glen Waverly Secondary College and that afternoon, will be at Dymocks in Glen Waverly signing books (or making coffee if no-one turns up).
NB: Venue for the Sisters in Crime event Bell’s Hotel (upstairs), 157 Moray Street, South Melbourne (cnr Coventry). Mel 57, G1. Try 112, 55 or St Kilda Road trams. Free on-street parking after 6pm. No need to book for the event or dinner (downstairs) from 6.30pm. $5 (members)/$10 (non-members). Men — or ‘Brothers-in-law’ — welcome.
http://www.sistersincrime.org.au/
http://angelasavage.wordpress.com/2010/10/12/from-the-sydney-of-the-past-to-the-thailand-of-today/
Monday, August 9, 2010 at 3:21PM ;)
So...I've been a published writer for two months now. It's hard to assess whether it feels long or short, temporally speaking and I do wonder if I'll ever get used to it. I've had launches and several reviews. I've been a panellist at the Crime and Justice Festival, done radio and newspaper interviews and even received letters from my readers. It's been fun - a guilty pleasure really. Somewhere in the back of my mind I'm haunted by the idea that I should be in a garret somewhere suffering for my art. I'm not suffering. I'm having fun.
Sunday, April 4, 2010 at 5:42AM 
This is the website of Sulari Gentill, author of fiction and now these pages. Welcome! I'm still trying to figure this site building thing out so please bear with me as I bumble around trying to get all the buttons to work. Hopefully these pages will tell you a little about me and my books. Please feel free to contact me by posting a comment here - I will respond as soon as time allows. Thank you for visiting.
Cheers
Sulari
Sulari
PS. If you'd like to talk to me directly you can reach me by email at sularigentill(AT)bordernet(dot)com(dot)au.
PPS. A Few Right Thinking Men will be in bookstores by 1 June.
Sulari
A Few Right Thinking Men is on the shelves. Really...I've seen it...stood there in Dymocks taking photos of the shelf like some lunatic. Now I just need people to go in and take it off the shelves...and pay for it...and love it....