The Frosh Look
Frosh. Freshmen. Freshers. First-years. No matter what you call them, every university has them. O-Week (Orientation Week) has finally started here at Otago, and I’m finding myself in a strange,...
View ArticleAcademic Anxiety
Well, just had the first bout of academic-related anxiety of the term. One minute, I was innocently flossing my teeth. The next, my mouth went dry and my heart pounded. My mind whirred with dates and...
View ArticleMisery Loves Company
I always knew this week would be hard. I’m typing this on Good Friday. Aside from all my family members’ birthdays, Easter is the main holiday I’m missing. This blog isn’t the place to get deeply into...
View ArticleOh, Dear. My Childhood.
Lately, one of my American flatmates and I have been bonding over our childhoods. This has mostly centred on Disney and Pokémon, but it turns out we have another thing in common. We both watched...
View ArticleIn which I visit the hospital
The sun was out for the first time all day. My boss had just called to see if I could work next week (in my favourite building, no less!). My roommate and I were eating freshly baked cake. I was...
View ArticleON AMAZON!!!
They say a book’s publication date is like a birthday. You look forward to it, and count down to it, and finally, finally it comes. I just did the equivalent of sleeping through my birthday party. In...
View ArticleI Guess We’ll Find Out
I’m a worrier. Always have been, as far back as I can remember. Those “what ifs” can get vicious. And so, one of the most important things I learned while travelling is the ability to say, “I guess...
View Article“That” Time
What’s the hardest part of writing? Is it coming up with ideas? Is it thrashing out a plot? Getting to know your characters? Sitting down to write the thing? Editing? Peeking through your fingers at...
View ArticleHow I Wrote a Final Paper in 11 Hours
I saw something like this, somewhere. I don’t recall where, now, but I thought it’d be fun (or at least, interesting) to chronicle my progress as I beat this paper into submission. Due to a combination...
View ArticleWhen you SHOULDN’T be writing
For a number of years, I Should Be Writing has been both one of my staple podcasts and an inspirational mantra. Personally, I’ve found it useful in re-directing my focus. Facebook’s hold is a lot...
View ArticleThanksgiving and Historical Musing
Originally, this was going to be a post about Thanksgiving, and how my warm-and-fuzzy love for my friends and families (biological and otherwise) overcame my knee-jerk reaction of “Screw. You.” After...
View ArticlePace Yourself
With NaNoWriMo starting tomorrow, word count and pace-of-writing has been on my mind. For those unfamiliar with the term, National Novel Writing Month challenges writers to write 50,000 words in 30...
View ArticleFighting Silence
I’ve been trying and failing to write a blog post for weeks. Not because I have nothing to say. I’ve tried to write posts about writing dialects, dipping into new genres, updates on the Victorian Dark...
View ArticleOf Dead Laptops and Back-ups
So, my laptop died. It was never quite the same after I mailed it home from New Zealand. For a while, I had one consistently good USB port, one which was dodgy, and one dead. Then the other day, I...
View ArticleAlone by Myself in Solitude: an introvert’s trials
So, in order to get time off for Stonecoast this July, I traded a whole bunch of shifts at work…which has resulted in me working eleven days straight. Right before that, I worked ten days straight—I...
View ArticlePride, Respect, and Audacity
I’ve been thinking about pride lately. Alas, as they occasionally do, my thoughts began spinning. Oh God, am I secretly an awful person and no one bothered to tell me? Am I really awful, like seriously...
View ArticleA Win, Feasts, and Famines
If you’ve not heard the news—my story “Wendigo” has won first place in the Toronto Star Short Story Contest! (You can read it here!) Now in its 38th year, this is considered one of the largest such...
View ArticleThe Invisible Artist
I had an epiphany this week: no one cares that I have an MFA. Another epiphany immediately followed: no one should care. It all sounds much more dramatic than it was, really. Sometimes after shows,...
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