No matter how much one tries to hide it, we all have a jealous side. If someone tries to convince you that they don’t have a jealous bone in their body… Well, to put it blunt, they’re delusional. No one is immune to the green-eyed monster. As I meet more and more fellow writers, I’ve come to the conclusion that envy is a fickled emotion.Read More
Editing… The dreaded beast seems to have come to haunt me again. Just when I thought I had finished with this manuscript, there it is again. The revisions just go on, and on, and on, and on… Did I mention that they go on and on?
When you’re writing, it’s the inner critic that whispers sweet little things about self-doubt that just won’t go away. If you’re anything like me, you type so fast that sometimes your brain struggles to keep up; the spelling goes out the window and the auto-correct monster just gobbles up that carefully chosen word… without you noticing! But the editor in me can’t just let a new piece of writing go unchecked. I will always go back and reread what I had written after a break (even a break as short as a toilet break). I see the punctuation errors, the grammar flaws and the faults in the writing itself. I struggle in a big way to shut off the editor brain long enough to actually do any writing.Read More
You may or may not know, but my home country, New Zealand, is currently trying to decide whether we will change our national flag or not. By comparison to all the other horrible things going on in the world, this one decision is minor, but it’s actually quite important. A flag helps define a nation’s identity on the international scene. However, in this case…Read More
On February 22, 2011, at 12:51pm (NZST), a 6.3 magnitude quake hit. The epicentre was only 10 km (6 miles) from the centre of Christchurch and at a depth of 5 km (3.1 miles). The residents of Christchurch had been living with aftershocks from a 7.1 quake that occurred 6 months prior. While the quake was not as strong as the September quake, the surface effect forces were far greater. The simultaneous vertical and horizontal ground movement was near impossible for buildings to survive. An already quake-crippled city was decimated.
She sat at the dining room table staring at the laptop. The nerves were shot and she wasn't getting much sleep, but one thing was helping with her mental sanity — her writing. Ironically, the anxiety brought on by the quaky earth fueled the tension of her story.
Her cell phone chimed. It was a message from her father. "Don't worry about clean up at work. It's in the street." Her jaw dropped. Without pause, she flicked over to her web browser and brought up the University of Canterbury website, searching for signs of what her father was talking about. Her heart raced out of control with worry for her colleagues. While she had been working from home when the quake hit, she had been in email communication with those in the lab. She was afraid that one of them had died and she didn't know.