Biography and Creative Approach.

James Gering, born in South Africa, has lived in Australia since his mid teens.

Writing fiction earnestly since the turn of the century, James has been published  and is presently working on a novel, a collection of meshed stories, and poetry. He received his MA in Creative Writing, with Honours, in 2005 and has been awarded various prizes for his fiction, including  first place in The Short Story international competition, 2013, second place in The New Writer Magazine International short story competition, 2006, and the Macquarie University Fred Rush Convocation Prize, 2005.

His poetry has been published in Meanjin literary magazine in 2015 and 2016. It is in poetry that James has been focusing his efforts for the past three years. He writes narrative poems that are readily accessible to the discerning reader. No code-breaking is required in order to enjoy them!

James subscribes to the view that the writing life is an examined life. As such it may be fraught, for in order to capture and transmit story truth, the writer must view the self in an unflinching manner, regardless of whether he likes or dislikes what he sees. He may try to change but can never dupe himself or grow too comfy. In the world of fiction the stationary or smug condition is definitely the start of the end.

A writer selectively gathers his material, drawing on life and imagination. And while he gathers he waits for the inkling of a story to surface. Once on the page he spends copious hours working for an outcome that draws in and takes the reader on a fictional journey worth remembering. Actual writing is in large part rewriting. Oh, those blessed drafts - they are the chance to rework our narratives into desired shapes.

What keeps a writer at his desk when he could be out making friends or money? Nothing entirely rational. The literary writer works in solitude such that he might lift his craft into the realm of art. For this is what the literary writer aspires to – the creation of stories and novels worthy of being called art, stories imbued with the flair to entertain readers and the depth to grant new insight.

To his readers, and to any angry people who think they may be one of the villains gracing his page, James herein offers a disclaimer: Don’t flatter yourselves –  the work is fiction, unless otherwise indicated, and in fiction ‘truth’ is markedly different from the truth of daily life.

When James’s sons asked many years ago if they could feature on this page, he of course said yes, for they, together with his new family, keep the writing real and honest, poised somewhere between dark cellar and ivory tower.