Iona Winter

Tag: thesis

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • I did it again, didn’t I?

    I’m sorry dear blog, but I’ve done it again. I’ve left you alone while twiddling my thumbs and avoiding writing. I realise ONCE AGAIN that it was a mistake. Sorry. There are numerous books I could read on the ‘craft’ of writing, and believe me there are several located in the vicinity…

  • Back from outer space…

    “And so you’re back, from outer space.” It’s hilarious that these lyrics should come into my mind, when I’m actually supposed to be writing a novel. NOW. Yes I am back from pseudo-outer-space, on the blog I abandoned like an unwanted kitten last year. I am terribly sorry dear blog. I won’t leave…