Somewhere in trying to cross the cosmic divide that lay between being a six-year-old poet and a great writer, I stopped worrying about it. I accepted that I would never write like Faulkner or Eliot or Zola or Morrison or Murakami. I couldn’t write like Peter Carey or Helen Garner or Amy Witting or Thea Astley or Patrick White or Tim Winton.
I want nothing more than to continue to write, but nothing is more difficult for me than writing.
Once I received a royalty cheque for it for 57 cents. It came in a 60-cent envelope.
Winning this year’s Stella prize means I have been financially rewarded for my work. But even more than the incredible prize money is the sense of encouragement and acknowledgement that will stay with me all my days.
[Heather Rose, from her Stella Prize acceptance speech for the novel The Museum of Modern Love:, The Guardian, 19th April 2017]