Sophie

I am a ghost. On translucent soles I navigate the slick city streets, Afraid of falling. The mist Creeps in from Ran’s wide road, Muffling sounds of mid-week hustle. I grind my feet Against the asphalt, Finding purchase, Mincing steps for fear that in my heedlessness I’ll slip, And for a moment, suspended, unbreathing, contemplate […]

Hey guys! It’s been a month. Uni started up again, and I think it’s doing well so far. One assignment handed in, and waiting for the grade on that is gnawing on my nerves. Still, I’m more on top of things than I usually am. I’m even getting most of my readings done! (I know, […]

When I first saw the backlash about strong female characters, I must confess that I was affronted. As it turns out, my problem was with the word “strong”. I was reading it one way, while most people meant it another. The “strong female character” most people are familiar with is a hard-ass, unfeeling, tough, even […]

Give me a moon story, Write it with heart, Give it a middle, And end, and a start. Tell me a moon story, Fill it with songs, Pass the tequila and Write me some wrongs. Sing me a moon story, Passionate, wild; Heroines, champions, Loved and reviled. Write me a moon story, Mermaids with crowns, […]

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It was hot, and it was bright, and I don’t do well with either of those things. I was striving for mindfulness, for a calm centre in a hot, bright pandemonium. Half the city seems to be a building site at the moment. Fenced-off rubble, cranes, machines, scaffolding up half the buildings on Queen Street. […]

Bird by Bird

Bird by Bird is a book about writing, for writers. You will know if this is you. Anne Lamott isn’t telling you much you haven’t heard before. You’ve read it all in writer interviews and blog posts and pep talks, in irritating articles that tell you not to use adverbs, in other writing books you’ve […]

I’m liking these. I like “regular” things, and I like that these mean I can show a snapshot of my life once in a while without it being too much or veering too far from the basic purpose of this blog, i.e., my author space and a place where I talk about writing.   Loving […]

March. A dissertation on Freedom. She browses through the library stacks for Freud’s “Jokes and their Relation to the Unconscious.” Reading it at home that evening she finds a passage underlined that exemplifies what she seeks from the book: “Freedom produces jokes and jokes produce freedom”. She flips to the back of the book and looks […]

Does anyone know what the hell is going on? I think we’re all bumbling our way through. Everyone. Even the ones who think they have their shit together are desperately trying to keep up appearances lest they be Found Out and the other investment bankers will stop inviting them to their coke parties. At some […]

Am I the only one who has trouble with genre? Whenever I sit down with a manuscript an idea and am tasked with deciding what box it might go into, I run into problems. My first novel has fantastic elements to it, but it’s mostly about art; I’ve always mentally classified it as “lit fic” […]