Hooray for historic hermaphroditic travelogues
I have finished The Sinkings! Wow. How horrendous. A woman, Willa, gives birth to a baby who is both a boy and a girl. In an effort to help the baby Continue Reading →
Author Archives: writehanded
Yes, I’m an amardillo in a bucket
Please God, if I never own own any other furniture, can I have this? I love how small the TV is in comparison with all the books. Exactly how life’s Continue Reading →
Wild black pig in white rainstorm
I promised I’d share my favourite bit of Michael Ondaatje’s autobiography, Running in the Family, so here goes. You have to imagine a wild forest in Sri Lanka. Monsoon season. Continue Reading →
Faith, pacts, and book store owners
I’ve been on a bit of a Jodi Picoult spree lately. After finishing Keeping Faith in less than 24 hours (which is me making a point about its addictiveness, not Continue Reading →
Tweeting (the same as tweaking?)
This is the workshop I attended yesterday. Which, miracle of miracles, finally got me on Twitter.
Pitiful whimpers (and writer’s slouch)
My back kinda feels like it’s broken into a million pieces. The chiropractor fleeced me this morning. According to this my chronic pain is because I’m a writer. More probably Continue Reading →
Welcome to the real world
I am back in the real world! I tried to write when I was home, but it took me THIRTY SIX minutes to get from turning the computer on, to writing Continue Reading →
Back to the Stone Age
My Dad always calls himself a fossil, and going to stay at his place is like taking a trip into the past. My own childhood for starters – I have Continue Reading →
Life Writing 226
The last but one paper to do to finish my degree! Whee! (I’m ignoring the fact that I can’t get the other one done before I go, and will thus Continue Reading →
I keep forgetting. I turn off the tv, walk into my room, and expect Cleo to be there on the bed waiting for me. She’d open one sleepy eye, make Continue Reading →