The stories we tell ourselves

When I wrote this piece, I was questioning the idea that our experiences make us who we are; a belief that had, until then, provided me with both justification and reassurance. I’d come across the work of Kahneman who suggests that it is not an experience per se that we remember; what we remember is…

All in the name of research

I’d have to say that one of the best things about being a writer is that you can justify anything under the guise of ‘research’. Okay, maybe you can’t justify anything anything, but you can pretty much justify most things. As long as it isn’t illegal. Or immoral. Or bad taste. But everything other than…

Rarely linear, sometimes chaotic, always meaningful

One of my dear writing friends wrote to me recently, saying that she thought she shouldn’t be blogging because she felt that her semi-regular posts which touched on a range of topics made it look as though she had five personalities. ‘Your posts don’t strike me as being inconsistent at all,’ I reassured her. ‘If…

The Sometimes Diary of Nina Thirkettle

Tuesday 24 May Forgive me, Diary, for I have not written for many weeks now. If you could have the good grace to grant me some absolution or whatever it is that you diary types are empowered to bestow, I would be much obliged     forever in your debt     less inclined to throw you in the…

Beauty

Look. Do you see? There in the lengthening shadows, in the dappled light kissing the roses. There, where each petal caresses the next. There. Look. You will see.

Multifaceted, not multiple

Interviewer: Great to have your here to talk about what it means to have multiple online identities. Me: Absolutely. Except, of course, that I don’t buy into the idea of multiple identities. Interviewer: Okay. Can you elaborate? Me: Well, I play many different roles in my life. And even though I give myself wholeheartedly to…

Perception

He sees scorched earth, blackened stumps, ashen remains; reminders of generations lost. She sees tender shoots emerging defiantly, whispering of resilience and renewal. Perception is all. Images Main image is Grey Box by km lambert. Blackened by bushfire or burnoff by Fairy Duff is marked with CC PDM 1.0. Eye is from the Pexels image…

Still I survive

You pulled my strings lured me in tasted me, tested me and satisfied I was pliable you smothered my brightness broke my spirit feasted on my heart. Still I survive. I wrote this for Day 7 of Writers Victoria’s Flash Fiction Comp. Prompt word was ‘bright’. Reproduced here with a sneaky 31st word.

The pseudonymous Elena Ferrante

I recently delved into the ‘unveiling’ of pseudonymous author Elena Ferrante and the impact the revelation had on reviewers and readers alike.  Perhaps not surprisingly it’s got me thinking about pseudonyms on social media but more on that coming soon. Claudio Gatti’s proclamation in 2016 that pseudonymous author Elena Ferrante was, in fact, Anita Raja,…