House-sitting

Plans for today: 1) Clean house. Or at least parts of it. 2) Abandon clean house (with its wonderful internet connection) and go to Chad’s sister’s place to take care of Dash, the adorable if somewhat arthritic dog. (What kind of dog? I have no idea. She’s pointy and has rust-coloured fur. She’s about 100…… Continue reading House-sitting

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You know you’re *really* a writer when you’re dreading the thought of going out on a Saturday night, with a group of perfectly nice people, to eat some perfectly appealing food. And maybe to finish the night with some dancing. *Normal* people would be more than happy to while away a winter’s night in this…… Continue reading Untitled

Clarkesworld Magazine Issue 34…

…is available online now — and includes my story ‘On the Lot and In the Air’!(And apparently people can comment on the story. Wow. Instant reviews, heh? Unnerving, or exciting? Hmmm. Both.)Enjoy 🙂

One more Yay!

I’ve been invited to give an (ArtsSA funded) guest lecture in ‘Short Stories and Their Writers’ course next semester. The topic I’m to wax poetic about for 50 mins?Does ‘new’ writing interrogate paradoxes, demarcations, exclusions, margins or peripheries?How new is new? When is new? How long can new be new? How do we recognise writing that…… Continue reading One more Yay!

Blarp and Yay!

The Blarp roll:Michael Jackson. The whole thing makes me sad.Farah Fawcett. At the risk of sounding irreverant, she got totally ripped off. Listening to the radio this morning on the way in to work, I heard her death announced as a two-second sound byte appendage to the much more news-worthy news of M.J.’s untimely demise.…… Continue reading Blarp and Yay!

Mad about Marimbas

About a year ago, we went to see a performance of ‘Minimalist’ music as part of the Musica Viva series. The venue was an old 1930s office building that had been modified (not renovated so much as slightly gutted) and converted into an entertainment hall. The walls seemed to stretch up forever, affording the most…… Continue reading Mad about Marimbas