Accidentally Post Marked Piper’s Reach

…or how I came to hold the hearts of others in my hand.

When I started work as an editor I thought it was all about the words on the page. Perhaps it was the nature of the projects I was working on, perhaps it was the sheer amount of blood, sweat and tears I ground out of authors to get the best story possible, perhaps it was just circumstances or the fact that eP’s unpublicised motto has always been ‘life happens’…but I quickly found editing was more than just words on a page. I became privy and confidante to much of what went on in the lives of the authors I worked with. Things they didn’t publicly talk about as versions of their world fell down around their ears.

I always said I was there – an open door policy for email or Skype. I held whatever was told to me in a sacred trust. Over the years I’ve travelled death, disability, unemployment, depression, illness, relationship break ups and family problems (to name a few) with authors, but on the flip side I’ve been able to rejoice as babies were born, new relationships blossomed and careers took off.


Like embarking as an editor, I was perhaps a little naïve about what writing Post Marked Piper’s Reach might actually entail further down the track, or under the obvious layers of ink on paper. When we started writing it was all about me: finding a writing niche again, rediscovering my love of writing and doing it with someone I trusted and admired. Letting it all play out in a medium I missed.

The first email that arrived was a bit of a surprise, as one of our readers opened up to share their experience of the one that got away. I should at that point have had an inkling of what was to come.

This morning another email arrived. I’m not sure how many that brings us up to now, but there have been a few since April last year.

It is humbling to be entrusted with these very intimate stories of love lost, of regrets, of yearning, guilt and wondering. The pull of the past and the question ‘what if’ is powerful. In these emails are best of times and the worst of times, the best of humanity and the worst of it. The memories are still vivid, feelings raw despite the time elapsed.  The writers tell of their own piles of paper and ink held together with faded lengths of ribbon, decaying sticky tape and disintegrating rubber bands. Letters accidentally stumbled upon, letters purposely found again.

Like Ella-Louise and Jude’s letters, the emails received are filled with songs, lyrics that echo across decades with such resonance they are accompanied with the sting of tears when I read them. A lot of the time these lyrics could be pulled straight from one of Ella-Louise’s letters. There are confessions of playlists from that time, of music hoarded to be played across the strings of badly mended scars.

Each email throws up new questions about how Ella-Louise and Jude respond and react to each other, of the mysteries of the past, present and future. Most recently themes of resurrection and motivations for stirring sleeping dogs are in the emails as Ella-Louise and Jude ponder the same things. If I ever have moments of doubt, or question the authenticity of Ella-Louise and Jude’s narrative, I only have to turn to these missives to know it nails it in the most confronting of ways. It’s why our readers react the way they do.


I understand with deepening compassion and empathy and intrigue, the public response our readers have to each letter. And those whose stories I know, I want to crawl through the screen to their desk, or where they sit reading the letter on their phone or computer or the pages they printed out, on the bus, in a cafe or on their couch and give them a hug each week.

See, it’s not just Ella-Louise and Jude’s hearts we hold in our hands.

This charges us with responsibilities beyond just throwing words at a page and doing it with a degree of finesse (and legibility). The responsibility doesn’t lie just in writing authentically (ie. we’ve said many times, there will not be a happily ever after for these two regardless of the outcomes of their affair) and avoiding falling into the needs of our readers, to have the ending they didn’t get in real life, to stay true to our characters. The responsibility extends further: to be there to offer sanctuary for those tossed upon their own retrospective storms as they read the letters. To hold a space, bare witness and sometimes, to just be there at the other end of an email.

One day, when it is all over, perhaps I’ll take up Ella-Louise’s pen and dip it in the ink of my own story and let those who have written to me know I understand. I so absolutely understand.


6 thoughts on “Accidentally Post Marked Piper’s Reach

    • And I appreciate you Rus. I’ve learned and grown so much by virtue of hanging in the same spaces as you.

      Piper’s Reach has given me so much and I am truly indebted to good friends and loyal readers such as yourself who have helped it maintain it’s momentum over the last year.

      I used to once be the girl everyone stopped to ask for directions (my Dad says I have an honest approachable face)… now I’m the woman who holds the stories that others thought they were too afraid to share. It is a great and humbling honour.


  1. I think the reason Piper’s has become so popular is that a great many of us can relate in some way to the story. Many of us have been in a situation not too far removed from Jude’s, and while we may not have made the same decision as Jude, we want to know how things would have turned out if we had.
    Personally, when I said goodbye to the one who could have been my EL it broke my heart, but I couldn’t bear the thought of breaking the heart of the one I made my vow to. The consequences of Jude’s decision has only confirmed to me that I made the right choice.


    • I remember vividly the conversation Adam and I had at Brunswick Heads that first day, discussing the idea. And Adam says: what if they had the hots for each other but for whatever reason it never synced up.

      I was like, yeah okay.

      I don’t think either of us really had any concept of the voracity of that experience, of the one left behind and how it has a primal emotional connection in so many people. That it is almost a universal experience and that the narrative would provide space for the readers to access, explore, interrupt, redefine and bring a modicum of understanding to their own experiences in a new way.

      Honestly – that was a total shock.


        • We are absolutely working on it. The castle assault begins the third Thursday in April when I’m in Sydney. Adam and I have a strategic planning session.

          But of course – we have to finish the darn thing – and I may have through a bit of a spanner in the works and created some interesting possibilities.


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