Category Archives: writing

The end of an era

I have a new job at a different school. That’s right, I am leaving the place that shall not be named. I know what you’re thinking – yeah, yeah, we’ve heard this before. I know I’ve had four farewells and … Continue reading

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Icing with extravagance

This afternoon I asked my neighbour’s 6-year-old to help me ice cupcakes. She filled the hollow in one with sprinkles – literally filled it – to the brim. She took a handful of baby marshmallows and commented that it was … Continue reading

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An assortment of people

I went to the mall today and I sat at a table in the middle of the mall and worked on my novel. Naturally, as I sat at that table I watched an assortment of people going past. When I … Continue reading

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The good, the bad and the ugly

Let’s look back at my week. Compared to some other weeks, it has been quite eventful. What do you mean it’s only Tuesday?! Take last night, for instance. The good moment was finding an awesome airbnb house to rent over … Continue reading

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Step away from that novel

You know, I have a one-track mind. The direction of that track my change constantly, but it doesn’t change the fact that I can only devote attention to one thing at a time. I imagine my brain as this old-fashioned … Continue reading

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Auckland Writers’ Festival 17

I wrestled my way out of the car in the too narrow parking slots, cursing the greed of the city council. I would probably need a can opener to get back into my car at the end of the day. … Continue reading

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Be somebody’s something good

Something else happened this morning. I missed the train. I was on the platform, about to scan my card, when the train pulled away. There was somebody else who missed the same train and whose life pulled up alongside mine … Continue reading

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