oh, i'm so funny

That thing I said the other day, about trying to write every day, even if it was something as tiny and trivial as a line in my journal? HA. HA HA HA.

i was promised tv time. there is no tv time.

Writing around a newborn — even a relatively placid, low-needs one — is requiring a significant re-think of my process. (She says, shocking no one.) Of course I expected this, but I still haven't quite come up with strategies that might work to combat not just the time-poverty but also the zombification of my cognitive […]

if world=me, it's already true

Dear Squawk, I really hope this proves true: @debkalin she will bring balance to the Force. And by 'Force' I mean world. And by 'balance' I mean speechless frustration. — Sir Tessa (@sirtessa) February 24, 2013

my kingdom for some meaning

I've taken to singing. All the effing time. I have songs about burps (they're nasty); nappy changes (they're awesome); boredom grizzles; the fear of sleeping; the necessity of sleeping; the insidious and all-too-easily-missed-or-mistaken nature of weariness; socks that won't stay on; the loveliness of whichever drink bottle, chandelier or featureless wall she currently finds fascinating […]

The Facade Doesn't Fit, by Luke Chueh

bad mother, no biscuit

So here's something obvious if only I'd stopped to think about it: an overnight trip with a 4 month old is a bit brutal. This weekend, Squawk, the pterosaur and I tripped up to Sydney for the Aurealis Awards. We went partly because "First They Came…" was shortlisted, and mostly because I wanted to be […]

The Queen Is Dead, by Luke Chueh

i hate it when she cries

Don't check on her for ten minutes. Listen to her — is she crying up? Or down? Even if she's crying up, leave her for at least five minutes, all babies need five minutes of crying to get themselves to sleep. Except those that don't. All babies learn to fall asleep by themselves between 3-6 […]

progress, albeit slow

Last night, I wrote the last words on the alpha draft of what I've been calling Clockmakers, the actual title of which turns out to be "The Miseducation of Mara Lys". Calling it an alpha draft is a bit generous, to be honest, but in the interests of having something pinned to the page which […]

image courtesy of xkcd.com

my kingdom for an uninterrupted half hour. or some focus.

Ah, productivity, how I miss you. You never call, you never write… I feel like I've been spinning my wheels on this ever since Squawk was a week old and I began thinking about trying to fit my writing around her. During all this time my thoughts — thanks to my brain chemistry and a […]

conversations with squawk

Me: I'm so weary! Where's all my energy gone today? Squawk: People! Me: Oh? Which people? Squawk: …Apple People.