There’s nothing quite like spending a whole day writing, only to discover that most of what you wrote sucks. What makes it worse is when you realise it’s your own damn fault! Continue reading
Woof Woof Writing
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Dirty Blogging Tactics
If you think I’m above posting cute cat pictures in an effort to get likes and followers, you’d be wrong. This is my gorgeous girl, Evey, drinking her bird soup.
Packing Your Bags for Camp NanoWriMo
This month I have packed up my pencils and set off online to Camp NaNoWriMo. Labelled as “an idyllic writers retreat smack-dab in the middle of your crazy life”, my friend Kit Fletcher and I are working together in our private cabin (cool girls only, of course) aptly named “Let’s Do This Sh*t”. Kit is still trying to work out if I meant “shot” or “shut”, but she’ll figure it out one day after her kids have grown up and she’s allowed to swear again. Continue reading
Seeing the Tiger Within
A friend sent me this image of a painting by Lucia Heffernan. After I had finished laughing, I printed it out and put it on my wall. Not because it matched my décor; not because I needed more cat pictures in my study; but because I suddenly saw the profoundness of it.
Who is Your Hogwarts Double?
There comes a time during every Harry Potter movie marathon when you realise that you wish you were like a particular character. For me, this character is Luna Lovegood. She is a total mystic child of the moon, and I wish I had her lightness, self-assurance and insight.
Are We Beyond Listening?
There is an epidemic in our beautiful little country. New Zealand, despite its idyllic status, has one of the highest youth suicide rates in the OECD. Last year, 668 Kiwis from our small population took their own lives.
On Getting Older…
A wise person once said: “The older you get, the more you realise that no one has a fucking clue what they are doing. Everyone’s just winging it.”
Phew! It’s not just me, then!
New Fairy on Duty for NaNoWriMo
Has anyone else just started NaNoWriMo? I can’t help but wonder if the main reason behind this activity is simply to prove that writers are insane by trying to write 50,000 words in the month of November. Despite this obvious madness, writers still seem to be doing this in droves.
What is great is that for the first time in my life I’m considered a “rebel”. Who would have thought that writing boring old non-fiction would ever be considered a rebellious activity? Continue reading
A Life of Small Miracles
I am in search of a miracle. I always have been. Perhaps you are too? Even in some quiet way, like an awareness of a long-forgotten wish, hanging off you in wisps during those quiet moments.
What is the miracle I seek? There are many. But the first is that you will join me on this journey of words and at the end you will find your own miracles.
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Dead Mice and Peanut Butter
Some days in life are awesome – things flow smoothly and you are on your game. Other days it quickly becomes apparent that you should have stayed in bed.
I’m having a stay-in-bed day today. My mother calls them “non-days”.
What is so bad about today? Well, I think a mouse has died in the wall by my bed, I have a relentless case of the hiccups, my brain has the mental capacity of a jar of peanut butter, and I actually have no idea what day of the week it is.
Wendy Maddison (Writer) 