Lili Wilkinson
Lili Wilkinson
Full Name and Common Aliases
Lili Wilkinson is an Australian writer, editor, and literacy advocate known professionally as Lili Wilkinson.
Birth and Death Dates
Born on June 5, 1980.
Nationality and Profession(s)
Australian, Writer, Editor, Literacy Advocate
Early Life and Background
Lili Wilkinson was born in Australia to a family that valued literature and the arts. Growing up, she devoured books of all genres, developing a passion for storytelling that would shape her future career. Her early life laid the groundwork for her later accomplishments.
Major Accomplishments
Wilkinson's most significant achievements include:
Founding the young adult literary magazine _Clementine_ in 2000, which provided a platform for emerging voices and innovative writing.
Establishing the Australian Young Writers' Festival (AYWF) with fellow writer and educator, Emma Quayle. The festival aimed to empower young writers by offering workshops, panels, and networking opportunities.
Notable Works or Actions
Some of Wilkinson's notable works include:
_The Memory Keeper_ (2008), a novel that explores the complexities of family relationships and historical trauma.
_Need_ (2011), a young adult thriller that delves into themes of identity, community, and social justice.
Impact and Legacy
Lili Wilkinson's contributions to literature and education have had far-reaching impacts:
Her advocacy for literacy and writing programs has helped create opportunities for underrepresented groups.
The success of _Clementine_ and the AYWF has inspired a new generation of writers and editors, demonstrating the potential for innovative publishing models.
Why They Are Widely Quoted or Remembered
Lili Wilkinson's influence can be attributed to her:
Unwavering commitment to promoting literacy and creative writing.
Visionary approach to developing platforms that support emerging voices.
* Ability to craft compelling stories that resonate with diverse audiences.
Quotes by Lili Wilkinson
Do you hear me, mountain?′ She yelled into the storm. I’m not giving in. I crossed an ocean to get here. I climbed this mountain. I will not let her die.
Is it shocking?” he asked sarcastically. “To discover that there are things you don’t know?
She was going to burst, or fall apart. Something. She couldn’t keep feeling like this. The emptiness inside her was too big; it would swallow her whole.
I think that sometimes the whole larger-than-life gay thing is just another kind of closet. It’s easier to be different if you’re very different, if you go all-out on purpose. Because that way you can still hide who you really are.
A single pink poppy lay on the footpath, its roots still crusted with earth. I picked it up and it drooped forlornly in my hands.
Her heart began to ache, and she felt the numbness slip away. Misery welled up inside her. She clamped down on it, trying to hold onto the deadness that had blanketed her emotions for the past few days.
The Wasteland was an empty car park behind a long abandoned pub. Minah like it because she said it reminded her of the permanence of concrete in stark contrast to the entropy of humanity. Harrison had dubbed it the Wasteland after the TS Eliot poem, because it was full of disillusionment and despair.
By the end of summer, this trolley will be bursting with spuds. Like nature's own supermarket.
Pink was for girls.Girly girls who wore flavored lip gloss and read magazines and talked on the phone lying on their perfect, lacy bedspreads with their feet in the air. Girls who spent six months looking for the perfect dress to wear to the school formal.Girls who liked boys.