When it comes to taking myself and my writing seriously, I both do, and don’t. Like a cat bringing you a mouse. I’m leaving words on the doorstep of the internet, and then when you stumble across it, I’m sitting six feet away conspicuously washing my paws.
Jack Remiel Cottrell
This Machine Kills Fascists
This piece was first published on Love in the Time of Covid Chronicle
Wanna come listen to me read things? Course you do
Of the many things which have been royally stuffed up by covid, the ones that I hadn’t actually anticipated were Book Events. Mostly because prior to covid, Book Events had not been a huge part of my life.
A pretty good month
To say that I am bad at promoting my work is a massive understatement. I always feel incredibly awkward whenever I try to talk about what I write, and where it’s been published.
Of course, I am still a writer and thus crave attention and feedback and validation all the time.
Let’s call the whole thing off
So, the year 2020 continues to disappoint. Lockdown the second occurred the day before I was scheduled to do a reading of my piece in Ko Aotearoa Tātou, which I was looking forward to.
Promise to meet me at the seventh stream where the waters run away to the sea
“Stop picking.” My nails, cut so short that the tips of my fingers are red-raw, cease trying to lift away the scabbing at my elbow. I know Mother is waiting for me to say it itches, so I keep quiet. It doesn’t itch, not really. Instead it is a tightness; Read More
The months I might have stolen
There’s a line that is currently in one of my stories which is going to be removed from that story because it doesn’t fit. But I still like the line, so I’ll put it here instead.
Shock! A post about my writing
Over the weekend, along with a stonking great migraine I got the news that a short story I wrote, Work and Income Gothic is a finalist for a Sir Julius Vogel Award, which is run by the Science Fiction and Fantasy Association of New Zealand.
Lockdown Day Who Knows: When ‘Interesting Times’ Aren’t That Interesting
I started this blog with the best of intentions, and it’s been… five entries in a bit over a month? Well, it’s about par with all my other attempts at running a blog to be fair.
Lockdown Day 14: On The Beach
So I finally got tired of refreshing my twitter feed and/or getting angry at my university and decided to read a book.