Category: Aotearoa
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About Face
Kia ora dear readers. I humbly apologise (once again) for the lack of contact. There’s been an about face. Things being as they are in writing-land, I’ve decided to set free ‘The Novel’, aka masters thesis/conglomerate of thoughts, speech and action AND have returned to basics. Actually, I’ve gone back to some of the ideas…
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The Point
I walked out to the point to turn everything off but the sea whispered to me that it must continue to massage the rocks below. The dusky sky a reminder of the one before you that striped my face from purple to gold it still makes me shudder. Spring tide full moon storm clouds…
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Underbellies
I looked up at the sky today through some plastic roofing, and watched the birds hoping across with their forked feet and soft-feathered underbellies. It gave me a completely different perspective. One I don’t think I’d seen before—or perhaps hadn’t allowed myself to see. I have a thing for birds, seeing them as messengers,…
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Right Track
It’s been a while, but I’ve done what I said I would do—hibernating. Now I’m back. Ta-dah! While I’ve been in my interiority I’ve been thinking (a great deal) about anonymity, versus being visible in cyberspace. How visible should I be? Ha! Are you kidding me? It’s probably way too late…
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Road to Nowhere
Where to from here? The song ‘Road To Nowhere’ is running through my head today. I can officially call myself a graduate, with a Masters in Creative Writing. Hoorah…whoop whoop! Yeah about that… So, I’ve written a manuscript that has subsequently been torn to shreds and used for fire-starters. Well that…
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Invisibility
Someone I love dearly suffers (at times) from severe mental health issues. They are often rendered invisible, due to keeping a brave face on. I wish they didn’t have to do that, because then people think they’re ok all the time. Sure sometimes they are ok, achieving the most wonderful things,…
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Firestarter
This morning I have Firestarter by The Prodigy pumping in my head. I’m a strange woman. Who else has songs running through their head when things go arse-up? The challenges of late have mercilessly continued, and while I know that I’m made of strong stuff, sometimes events in my life are almost unbelievable. I mean one thing…
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Hibernation and Final Grades
It’s been a snowy, frosty, nippy old week here in Te Wai Pounamu. So cold, yet so beautiful. I’ve been moved to tears by the stark white snow against native evergreens (who stand tall regardless), or the blood orange sun rising over icy waters, and the crackle of frost underfoot. Each morning my fingers take up…
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Public Speaking
Now here’s a topic bound to generate some discussion – public speaking. For most of us it’s something to be avoided at all costs. Bad enough being a writer, but asking us to speak, to an audience, who might not like what we have to say…come on! Do the askers not know…
Iona Winter 