An early memory is of Dad coming out of his study in the afternoons and making up stories for my sister and me. We used to treat him like a story vending machine. He would be expected to deliver a well-characterised and perfectly plotted story on the hop. That's just what Dad did. I also recall on Dad's desk this stack of paper, which looked perfect for testing my new crayons. It turned out I was scribbling on the manuscript of The Chant of Jimmie Blacksmith [Tom's 1972 novel]. It wasn't until he won a Logie and we watched his acceptance speech on TV that I had an inkling he might be a big deal.
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