WORD festival, which took place two weeks ago, was wonderful. When the least interesting session you go to is fashion historians discussing the extraordinary collection of Central Otago farmer Eden Hore, you know that's a high fucking bar. Even though I attended a sensible and energy-conserving six events,
Okay, this is a special one. I sometimes drop free promo links for newsletter visibility. While there are books in those promos that are definitely worth your clicking time, and I recommend when I can, I'm not gonna lie and tell you that they're all of
I know it's spring now, because it's WORD Christchurch, aka the event of the year. The city is buzzing as book nerds from around the motu make pilgrimage to the best literary festival in the country. (Yeah, I said it, Auckland Writers Festival. Fight me!) Last
At this time of year, it feels as if half my friends are sweltering in late-summer heat, while the rest are shuddering in last-minute wintry blasts. Technically, it's spring in Aotearoa. The plum trees and daffodils certainly think so. Myself, I'm unconvinced. I slept for longer
My Patreon is open and I'm so delighted by the uptake thus far! Thank you all so much. The Bonus Content tier members have received their first goodie today, my short story "Where We Walk, We Walk On Bones", originally commissioned by Victoria University of Wellington