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The pesky art of being an author

These blogs are about my writing, the creative process, and getting my work published. There’s posts about the things that keep me grounded and inspired: my bike, my garden, my writing group, and my darling cat who sits next to me when I write. Plus there’s tales about my delicious dykiness, luscious lesbianity, sapphic slippiness, and how that fits in with the world of books and writing. Oooh and some book reviews too.

Follow the ways of Mother Earth

It’s been so long since I got up early to work on a story. I’m liking this new one I started for our writing group challenge.It’s been ages since I properly posted on here too. I’ve been in a pretty strange phase and didn’t know what to post. I’ve been soul ruminating and reflecting big…

Plots and the power of thinking back to front

A few weeks ago I joined a Mini-Novel Writing course. I’ve always been an organic plotter- meaning I never really knew what was going on in my longer pieces of writing or where they would end up. Writing a novel was like a detective story, exciting to see what happens next and it was heaps…

Serendipity

A few months back a friend was telling me a delightful tale about how she meets with her friend online once a week to do some creative work. This struck me as very, very wise. So I promptly suggested to my writing group that we do the same. They happily agreed, we picked a day,…

Flash fiction for you to read: The Blood Bloom

This is a flash fiction piece I wrote about a Winter Solstice ritual for regeneration, healing, and renewal. I posted the zine version of the story for solstice- here. I hope you like it. The Blood Bloom A hard fact about gardening is you have to cut, sever and kill to create a strong and…

Book Review: Wuthering Heights Emily Brontë (1847)

Oh my! I read this years ago and came away with the impression it was a ghost story with some really messed up relationships, rather than a romance. I remember the first time I read about Cathy haunting Mr. Lockwood at the start of the novel, how her wrist is torn on the jagged window,…

Samhain: Listening to your ghosts

After a glorious summer, full of fresh air and bright late nights, Aotearoa puts another blanket on the bed and gets ready for winter. And so it’s samhain (southern hemisphere). The end of one year and the start of a new one. Time to reflect and contemplate, dream and plan, make sparkles in the dark,…

Fucked up fairy tales

I love fairy tales. They fed my childhood with stories and pictures. I never believed them. I knew they were stories. I didn’t want to meet a prince (like I’ve previously said, I’d rather have been the prince, finding myself a sweet maiden) and I was never really into the happy ever after. It seemed…

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