Steve Hawe

Pitching to the Cows

Yes, it’s true. It’s how I’ve been honing (stumbling through) my self-timed 5-minute pitch to then see how ‘Last Train to Menindee’ grabs screen producers at QWC’s upcoming Market Day on the 14th May. So, what have I learned? Well, apart from being a rotten orator, I’ve learned that out of all the drafts of cattle at Greendale Station, Tambo, breeder cows, yearling steers, and…

Pre-orders!

Hi everyone; family, friends, (and long-time sufferers), Just a short one this time – isn’t it strange when there’s lots happening it’s ‘hi just a short note’, and when you’re becalmed at the equator in the doldrums you kinda get motor-mouth? That’s me. So, first up, I’m including a link to the Hawkeye website where my author page is now live. Book-cover looks great, but…

FUNNY HOW THINGS WORK OUT. Yep, funny. On New Year’s Day, 2026, you promise yourself a one-way ticket (not sure if you’re allowed) mid-year sometime, to wherever – first stop, your good friend Hakan’s summerhouse in Sweden. There are two good reasons to book ahead – a winter-house, assuming he has one, has you shivering, also, wallet thickness/pocket depth (gotta book early, so they say).…

2025

Hi, it’s that time of year again, and I don’t mean Christmas. It’s … ‘bout-time-I-blogged-again-time’, just in case my death’s exaggerated. So, lots happened this year. Took a little while (a year!) to adjust to single life again – probably the most profound ‘happening’ of all. The biggest take-away is we talk like old friends, and work things through, just like we always did. I…

MOLD and LIMBO

Hi. How are you? Over Chrissie now we’re blanketed in a red sea of tinsel and piped carols? (got the earplugs out for Bing’s White Christmas and squeaky supermarket trollies?) Yes, I’m getting grumpier about Christmas amongst other things. Don’t worry, it’s called mold – a dolorous state of fermentation between Middle and Old age. It happens. (and gives us immense pleasure) Haven’t said much…