It was back in a year that, now, very much feels like The Before-Time. In reality, it was The Time. 2016, the Worst Year Ever. Not that the years since have been particularly better, but we lost a lot of beloved individuals in 2016 – probably just leaving early to avoid the rush, really. Anyway. […]
It’s bizarre to be nostalgic for the days of MySpace and Geocities, where everything was neon or black, and pages auto-played midi music.
I have a 365 day poem book, and I don’t really use it much. I get this idea at the beginning of every year that I’m going to write a poem draft every day, and I get up to maybe day four and never touch it again.
This year is different. All years are different. I didn’t always think about it this way. This is new, and I think it’s connected to the postgraduate life. I’ve stopped thinking of things as ongoing and endless and started thinking of things as discrete projects or units of time in which I can direct […]
It’s been a few years now. A few years of not finishing, of wondering what was different.
This is a requiem.
It was, as is so often the case, the cover that caught my eye. I was in Unity Books, browsing the stacks for a bit of contemporary something or other. Something a little bit femme fatale suited my mood. View this post on Instagram A post shared by @prosateuse on Sep 20, […]
It’s hard to decide to be a writer. You decide – or you think you’ve decided. You write, so you’re a writer, And that’s true, Are writers born, or are they made? Can you make yourself a writer, or is it something you are drawn to, whether from early life or at the age of […]
I got criticised by my writing teachers. They said, “You live here, in New Zealand. Draw from that. Write your own experience.”
I’m a person who suffers
It’s no secret that I don’t read as much as I should.