I Object!

I object (as previously stated), to the New Zealand government’s refusal to allow families separated by the border to reunite. They have chosen instead to allocate Managed Isolation places to sports teams, film people, yachties, and the Wiggles.

Not that I have anything against cricketers and the Wiggles, but it seems to me that “children have not seen parent in person in over a year” is a much more serious issue to address than “children have not seen Wiggles in person in over a year”.

Mom and Child at Airport

So this Tuesday, the 6th of April, I will be trundling off to Parliament to make my objections plain by joining the Reunite Families NZ Peaceful Protest. If you’re in the Wellington region and you agree that the government seriously needs to sort out their priorities, meet at the corner of Bowen St and the Terrace at midday.

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I Really Should Have Mentioned…

…that the nominations for the Sir Julius Vogel Awards for science fiction, fantasy, and horror books published in 2020 (such as The Wound of Words) opened some time ago, and will remain open until 8pm on the 31st of March NZT (or rather NZDT as we don’t come off until the Sunday following).

Pop across here if you’d like to make a nomination. In order to nominate, you must be “a natural person or body corporate” and “have read, viewed, or otherwise consumed the nominated work” (not in a Michel Lotito kind of way). Not to mention considering it worthy of the award.

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Of Hamsters, Lavender, and Immigration

I freely confess that I had not realized how much the general “What Even Is This” of the last year had affected me until I came to start actually writing this new novel. It turns out that I now have the attention span of a hamster who has slurped down three large mochaccinos. A rather stressed and easily overheated hamster, moreover, with a long to do list.

hamster looking nervous

However.

I have been trying to get into the garden lately as a way of reducing stress, and it has been teaching me some lessons. (#1: There are Always More Weeds.)

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