I think I’m in love
With this man: Dashing, isn’t he? That aristocratic nose, that intense gaze. But seriously. Lord Alfred Tennyson has stolen my heart completely. Specifically, it’s his thirteen hundred line poem, Maud, Continue Reading →
Author Archives: writehanded
Creativity and the unconscious mind
John Cleese recently spoke at the World Creativity Summit about how he creates opportunities for his creativity to run amuck, and how much the unconscious mind is to thank for Continue Reading →
Miss Misery
I’m not sure what drew me to Miss Misery. I’d be wandering the aisles at Central for a bit too long as was starting to get frustrated, and a little Continue Reading →
My grandmother was a writer
It sounds like a good title for a book. My Grandmother was a Writer. But it’s also true. She was prolific, until her fingers got so twisted with arthitis she Continue Reading →
Winner of the National Book Award
I don’t know what it is about Jincy Willet, but I can’t get enough. Having finished The Writing Class, I rushed back to the Library to find out what Continue Reading →
Moths
Four small moths pressed against the outside of the window silver grey triangles The light is on in the hallway they want it they think it is a moon drawing Continue Reading →
I’m not giving this post or poem a title, because like my dad I don’t think art should be named. It should be about what the person receiving it thinks Continue Reading →
I’ve lost the plot
I knew I was hopeless from the start. I was reading before I started kindergarten. At 10 I had an adult reading level. In high school I was the girl Continue Reading →
No Ordinary Sun
During the Summer break I was lucky to have time to wander Wellington’s Botanic Gardens, and in particular the Lady Norwood Rose Garden, which is in full bloom. This is Continue Reading →
Dewey Readmore Books
I was lucky enough to be given Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched The World by my boss for Christmas. We share the bond of true cat appreciators. I Continue Reading →