Through to the painful end

Last journal entry, and the months have flown by. I had hoped by this stage to be feeling rather satisfied and smug even, with a completed manuscript for a publisher, albeit for a little tweaking. When in fact I still have a confusing array of scenes and characters still at a loss to decide whether … Continue reading Through to the painful end

Living out loud: juggling life and writing

Earlier this week I sent my five-year-old grandson in Invercargill his winter jacket, it’s a little further south than here, so the seasons arrive a little later, well that is my excuse, I wrote on the attached card. He sent me an email back, ‘Thanks Grandma, but I’m a size seven now.’ In between everyday … Continue reading Living out loud: juggling life and writing

Tracing a writer’s whakapapa

What I think about when I think about writing? I think too much. This came after reading Haruki Murakami’s What I think about when I think about running. He took the title of his book from Raymond Carver’s What we talk about when we talk about love. Which led me to thinking about what influences … Continue reading Tracing a writer’s whakapapa

Larree makes a stand on unsteady ground

A few Sundays back we went to the Art Show in Wellington and I bought a picture. A small black and white print by Joe Wright of a figure standing on this very precarious base of branches like a kereru nest, holding a megaphone up to the sky, and out of the megaphone comes all … Continue reading Larree makes a stand on unsteady ground

Larree Lust ponders purpose and narration

The writing process. Elation, anxiety, doubt, fear. Despite which I am looking forward to this journey over the next six months to finish an ongoing project, a draft of a novel that has been languishing. The support of the Te Papa Tupu programme is an opportunity and a privilege to be involved with. So, timelines, … Continue reading Larree Lust ponders purpose and narration