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.
Jack Remiel Cottrell
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.
Lockdown Day 7: 2020 is Cancelled
A couple of days ago, we got the news that the Bingham Cup, a huge and exciting rugby tournament has been cancelled for this year. Given someone else paid for my ticket to Canada, I’m hoping Air New Zealand will still actually be around in 2022.
Lockdown Day 3: Bubble of One
Day three of lockdown! Yesterday the supermarket was oddly full and I got the last bag of kindling. Success.
An object lesson in why you should always read the terms and conditions before clicking accept
This piece was first published in The Auckland Shorts over at Three Lamps Journal. An object lesson in why you should always read the terms and conditions before clicking accept Word Count: 100 He’s sweating. That’s nothing new – they always sweat. He looks up, fear naked on his face, Read More
Life in the time of Covid-19
This is a covid lockdown blog now, like all the others. Sorry.
The space to write – both metaphorical and literal
Every writer needs a room of one’s own. Or rather, two rooms – I assume Virginia Woolfe wasn’t writing in her bedroom. For the last 10 days I’ve had those rooms. More than one! All for me! No one else around! In the words of my rugby friends – How Read More
Welcome!
I can hear the voices of the people I know asking me “Okay, you’re really procrastinating now, aren’t you?” as my irritation at the idea of building a website has been long known. Mostly because I complain about it so much. But yes, I have reached the apex of my Read More
Rheumatoid
Lately when arthritis wakes me in the night
I imagine it is the universe
Carving secrets into my bones.
Kill Your Darlings
As the breakfast trolley rattles down the corridor, Jeremy waits. He moves to the window while the nurse wakes Gail, takes her blood pressure, passes over medication. With breakfast done Jeremy folds himself up at the end of Gail’s bed, watching her fall into a doze. It’s okay, he can Read More