hissing swan

Bin a long time

2011-06-29T02:41:00.001-07:00

I'm not really built to blog, now, am I? Clearly not. Hence the long time between posts. Consider this blog static. Or lying fallow. Perhaps use it as a portal: click the links to those few stories of mine that have a life on the web.

Me, I'm busy writing. I'll let you know when I'm done.

Greenwich

2009-10-27T20:00:00.000-07:00

My story "Greenwich, meantime" has been shortlisted for the (deep breath) Royal Society of New Zealand's Manhire Prize for Creative Science Writing - see the shortlist here. I visited the Royal Observatory in Greenwich - where the story is set - in July. My fingers straddled Edmund Halley's meridian, the closest I got to lining up for a photo at longitude 0 degrees 0 mins 00 secs.

My sullen art

2009-10-08T14:29:00.000-07:00

My "H" has been unfurled, along with 1200 other squares, in its giant poetic form, this week in London. The poem is Dylan Thomas' In My Craft or Sullen Art. It - the knitted poem - made The Times.

Just like spring rain

2009-09-12T22:03:00.000-07:00

I'm nearing the end of a week and a half holed up, writing, in the front bedroom at the Michael King Writers' Centre, half way up Mt Victoria in Devonport, Auckland (yep the novel's going well, thanks for asking). Yesterday morning, I sat at the table in the kitchen eating my breakfast and looking out at the blossoms on the tree in the back yard all limpid and lovely in the spring rain, and magically Kim Hill played Spring Rain by the Go-Betweens on the radio. If you haven't seen the vid, or not for a while, have a look; makes me smile just to watch it. I want Robert Forster's striped shirt.

H is for...

2009-08-29T22:59:00.000-07:00

The Poetry Society is running a project to create a giant knitted poem to mark their centenary this year. I knitted my "H" for them on New Zealand National Poetry Day last month, in my own personal poetic/nanageddon moment. I imagine it as the "H" in the middle of a "THE" (presupposing that the poem will be all in caps). Or at either end of a "HUSH"; or heading "HEROINE", or indeed "HEROIN". I wonder where it'll end up...

quiddity

2009-04-28T03:23:00.000-07:00

I've just bundled up my collection of short stories in manuscript, for a fresh, new outing to the publisher. I've put flame trees on the cover. I know, you're not supposed to send covers. But I've sent flame trees for good luck.

The cat seems positive about the whole process. He brought me an extra mouse tonight to celebrate.

Checking, re-ordering and primping the collection has kept me busy for the past week. I experienced that odd feeling, when you read work you've written from a remove, so that it's as if someone else has written it. "Aah, so that's what happens to that character! Nice." That's when a story works, perhaps; when I'm not distracted by how I can change it, or make it better, but instead I'm pulled into its world.

So, the short stories are off in the morning, off to find their way in the world, and I'll get my head back into the novel.

spacies

2009-03-21T15:30:00.000-07:00

Having given this gift to its recipient, I can now share it with the world: the spacies vest. Just Jussi's vest pattern, with spacies duplicate-stitched on from the chart for bmp socks from knitty (socks I've been planning to knit myself for more than a year). Black and green bamboo yarn - a colour combo to hide all manner of baby eruptions.

grumpy of wellington

2009-03-21T15:16:00.001-07:00

I'm grumpy. I'm grumpy much of the time, these days. Days are getting shorter; so's my temper. I am a little ball of grumpiness, fired by the meannesses (sp?) of others. I need to open the venetian blinds of life, and smile.

Tomatoes

2009-02-25T01:38:00.000-08:00

It's been a tomato-ripening summer here in Wellington, for a change. Actual ripe, edible tomatoes on the vines. And a huge crop of white-fleshed nectarines, too many to cope with as they all came ripe within a week. Zucchini, beans, strawberries. The odd zucchini that got away from me and grew enormous, like a joke vegetable.

Tentative steps

2009-02-24T21:05:00.000-08:00

My first steps into the blogiverse are taken tentatively. It feels odd to be here. However...here I go, launching the good ship hissing swan. Cheers.