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and then there were six

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Hot on the heels of Cherry Crow Children and its stories picking up four Ditmar nominations, this morning brought me a flurry of Facebook notifications and the news that it's also picked up no less than SIX Aurealis Award nominations: The Wages of Honey, The Miseducation of Mara Lys and The Cherry Crow Children of […]

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a working mum's week

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image courtesy of xkcd.com (http://xkcd.com/220/)

Last week — because I've been down on myself for how little time I scrape together for writing — I decided to track where my time went. I didn't drill down deeply into anything, because an overview is all I wanted. And it's not something I'll be doing every week, because the law of diminishing […]

and the mome raths outgrabe

made for stompin' and stridin'

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I noticed my walk the other day. It used to be a no-nonsense, purposeful stride — but sometime over the past (how many?) years, it's degenerated. I could attribute some of it to motherhood: walking with an infant, and now a toddler, is hardly an exercise in speed. And there's been the social isolation of […]

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those bloodthirsty birds are go

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It's official: today saw the launch of Cherry Crow Children. I had Squawk with me during the launch, because of course I did. She may not have been around when I wrote and submitted "The Wages of Honey", but I fell pregnant with her while I was trying to write the three stories I'd promised […]

and the mome raths outgrabe

end of an era

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After two years, today saw me return to the world of gainful corporate employment. Last night, the prospect was paralysing. After all, the world at large hadn't been put on hold these past years, even if mine had. Would I remember how to do my job? Would that even matter, given the significant changes in […]

and the mome raths outgrabe

kemst þó hægt fari

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Sitting in the type of weather I perfectly hate: muggy, unmoving air, thick with plump mosquitos; and all I can think is: I miss Iceland. This is the black-sand beach where Jökulsárlón, the glacial lagoon fed by Vatnajökull, empties its iceberg shards into the Atlantic Ocean. The day I visited it was bitterly cold, hanging […]