Why does Twitter matter?
I was part of an article by Naomi Arnold in the Sunday Star Times about the power of Twitter. I wanted to say a few more words about it.
Tag Archives: writing
Managing meds, or “in which I am a lab rat.”
When I first got sick, I used to make jokes about my extensive medicine cabinet, which, at that point, was a drawer with about three packages of pills in it. Continue Reading →
‘Writers have lives, not careers’
Here’s this week’s Nelson Mail column.
Poems in my bones
Back when I first started this blog (which was actually in 2008), it had nothing to do with social justice or feminism or politics.
All the words are written
I love reading poetry. Poetry makes me remember to breathe when everything is dark. Poetry slides my heart delicately from beneath my skin and stabs it bleeding onto the page. Continue Reading →
Wet Sunday
I made the most of the wonderful Wellington weather (read: wet) by getting up early for a wander in the botanic gardens followed by a leisurely hour writing in a 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 →
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 →
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 →
Hello Anne
I finished The Diary of Anne Frank a couple of weeks ago, and have been pondering it ever since. When it got selected for Book Club (we all put suggestions Continue Reading →