ThirdCat is my blog name from when it seemed like I needed to be anonymous. I am Tracy Crisp.
I live in Abu Dhabi. Abu Dhabi is slightly north of Adelaide where I will be visiting on and off for the next few years and where I will one day live again. Adelaide is slightly south of Port Pirie which is where I grew up and is the place I carry in my heart. I caught the Trans-Siberian train from Beijing to Moscow and saw Lenin in his tomb. That was a long time ago. I once, unwittingly, caught the Love Boat from Vancouver to San Fransisco. I lived in New Zealand for four years, but never bungy jumped. If John Howard had won the last election, I would’ve moved back to New Zealand. And I would’ve jumped. If Tony Abbott wins the next election, I’ll be staying here.
If I could live anywhere in the world, I think it would be Mexico. Or Spain. Or Paris. Paris would be my first choice.
I have two boys. They don’t look like me. Not at all. I thought I was having three, and I guess that tells you something about my intuitive powers. I don’t have any cats, but I’ve had my share. For a short while I had a Dog, but he couldn’t come to Abu Dhabi. Just because you’ve got a Dog, doesn’t make you a Dog Person. That’s something I’ve learned.
In February 2009, I turned 40. My, but it seemed like a big deal at the time.
I write short stories and essays and my first novel, Black Dust Dancing, was published by Wakefield Press in March 2009.
A few years ago, I started performing standup comedy. It feels good when people laugh and shit when people don’t. In August 2009, I went to the Edinburgh Fringe and put on my first solo show. It felt good when people laughed and shit when people didn’t. The mister was my tech crew, and we had a brilliant time.
In Adelaide I had a Real Job I never blogged about. Here, in Abu Dhabi, I’ve got myself a Real Job. My Dream Job. I’ll never blog about it.
I can get emails at: tracyqcrisp at gmail.com