Iona Winter

Tag: fiction

  • Mid-year update

    For those who’ve followed me on social media, you may (or may not) have noticed my absence. After much deliberation; due to the onslaught of AI driven technology and the concerns it raises for creatives worldwide, I decided to leave Meta platforms. While many of us creatives have been told,…

  • #HappyPubDay

    I’m stoked (kiwi-speak for: over the moon, delighted, gobsmacked, etc) to report that today another short story of mine has been published, hence the hashtag above. Issue One of Halo (UK) and my story ‘Conch Shells’ http://halolitmag.co.uk/ Oh and here’s the link for the one before this Headland (Aotearoa, New Zealand), and my story…

  • Return to my Queen

    I have returned to my Queen (aka) ‘The Novel’. She, who I gently placed aside last year, upon submission for examination. There are quite a lot of metaphors I could take from this sentence. Cultural-social-political metaphors. But let’s not go there today. I’ll endeavour to keep things light, in this world which…

  • Out with Resolutions

    I’ve never been one for making New Year’s resolutions. I think I learned a long time back that they are very rarely held onto for the entirety of a year, and (for the most part) join the piles of discarded, unwanted Xmas presents in the bottom of dusty drawers somewhere. This…

  • Off she goes…

    I farewelled the Masters Thesis (aka ‘The Novel’) into the post last week. Released into the hands of the markers, acutely aware that I’ll not hear anything for months. But it’s done, kia mutu, finito. Bliss you might think. Fireworks and popping champagne corks. People saying, “CONGRATULATIONS, you must feel so good.” Nope. It’s…

  • Aural Feasts and Compost

    I’m pretty sure that some people thought I was running away, leaving the city and moving to the wop-wops. Maybe I was on a level. BUT I’ve escaped things that I’ll never miss, here’s a few to illustrate my point: traffic, pollution, mega-high rents, increasing rates of violence, and (generally speaking) other people’s…

  • Chook Pooh Blood Moon Thesis

    Who would’ve thought that collecting chook pooh would be added to my list of distractions from writing? Certainly not me – NEVER in a million years did I want to repeat ‘that which I grew up with’. That was until now. With a surplus of the feathery beasts manure, what is…

  • Are hospitals places for inspiration?

    It’s a good question. Are hospitals good places for inspiration? Well they certainly could be, when one of my characters works in the medical field. Although I’m not sure it’s the best place for inspiration, when lying horizontal after surgery. You know, when you’re feeling kind of vulnerable, sedated, and not…

  • Eating and Feedback

    These past few weeks I’ve become fascinated with my eating. Well perhaps my use of ‘fascinated’ is overly generous…I’ve become somewhat obsessed. I know, I know, NOBODY wants to read another blog from a woman wittering on about weight, diets, how much they eat and so on. So I’ll stop right…

  • The Waiting Game

    I am waiting. Some say I have always had the patience of a saint. I am pretty good at waiting (cue elevator music). Waiting however, with my saint-like patience, is becoming tiresome. I’m starting to think that I’m far too understanding of other people (full stop). I don’t really want to make…