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Kia ora friends, Despite it being short on days, this month was busybusybusy. Mostly with personal life things, with life contorting me in a few unexpected directions. Long story short, for family reasons, I’ve had to extend my maternity leave for another three months. Thankfully, my day job has been kind to me, being flexible about some of the wrenches that have been thrown in the works. It’s all going to come right in the end. I’ll keep telling myself this - I’m a glass-half-full kind of person. The actual writing:
In Social Land:I have written this section like… three times? And I delete it every time, unhappy with it. At the same time, I think that maybe my honesty might help others who feel like me. So I’ll keep it short. I’m peeling back a bit from socials because it’s becoming a headache. I feel a bit bad about this because like… it’s just social media, what’s the big deal? I keep telling myself to just post and be done with it. But when seeing the little unread notifications icon is triggering my anxiety, I know it’s time to take a break. Same with pitch events. I did three this month, and while I got some lovely feedback from people following the tags, it did leave me feeling like… I would really rather be doing the writing itself, rather than shouting out to the world for likes and reposts. I dunno. It’s a balance. I haven’t struck the right one yet. Maybe one day I’ll figure it out. But looking after my mental health takes precendence. In Real Life:I took part in the Queer Storytelling Panel on February 22nd at Onehunga Library. It was hosted by Auckland Libraries podcast host Alison Fitzpatrick, and I was up there with fellow authors Jade du Preez (https://www.instagram.com/jade.f.dupreez/) and Hayley Price (https://www.hayleyprice.net/). For 90 minutes (though it did not at all feel that long while I was up there!) we shared yarns and laughs with a lovely audience. I wish I could remember more of what was said: it was one of those moments in time where a combination of nerves and joy made my memory short-circuit. It was something of a delicate atmosphere at first, because one of the events in Auckland Pride was attacked earlier this month. We were fairly certain, as our event was aimed at adults, that we would not be targeted. The one which was attacked was a drag storytime. It’s awful that this is happening, and it is something we have to be more wary of currently with trends in world politics. We feel the ripples even down here in this isolated corner of the world. But we had security present, and no protestors showed up, so a peaceful good time was had. I remain certain that the future will be more open and accepting. But I won't sit back and wait for that; I’m encouraged to fight for that future to come to fruition, using my words. What’s coming next month:
I hope you have a wonderful, restful, kind and peaceful month! (mostly those adjectives cos I’m wishing this on myself too!!) Arohanui, Claire Hiria |
Kia ora folks, I'm dropping this a day earlier than usual because tomorrow I'll be out for a writing event. It's been a quietly busy January, before the more loudly busy February to come. Let me tell you about it... A snippet Excerpt from Scene Three of Old MacDonald's Farm, a pantomime (first draft)... KIWI: What did you see when you followed that big fella? MAGPIE: Well, he drove down the road to where this big place is being built. You know how he said that the animals will have a change...
Kia ora friends! Slightly early one this month, because who wants to be posting on New Year's Eve, amirite? Snippet: Rather than just a snip today, here you can see my performance of my poem 'I am never going to space' in full. It has also been published now in the ebook AHI: Dawn of Words, which is available here. The Writing This Month: I am drafting a play at the moment. If it doesn't end up on stage by midyear (as is intended but not entirely up to me), I'll just keep plugging away at it...
Kia ora folks, and welcome to another peek into my writing life! Snippet An excerpt from Marcie, which is currently sitting in an editor's inbox waiting to be judged worthy or not... What was delicate to me once is now as thin as paper. I need not even force my teeth through that barrier before her lifeblood fills my all too eager mouth. She may be weakening — more and more so, with a soft cry, dying away to a low moan — but her blood gushes strong. As my body thrums with the vulgar...