Of fire and will: a letter for Lyra
Lyra is a thousand million types of wonderful. She’s wilful. She’s fierce. She’s a firebrand. She’s on fire. She is luminescent and wild.
Podlike: Paper radio & a prawn
There’s something timeless here. It’s not only the tale, but the way the tale has been edited and mixed. It sings and it stays with you. It left a haunting little place in my heart.
On the act of writing
Run your fingers over the keys. Oh, let’s just call it what it is. Caress the keys. It’s a slow dance of creativity and love.
Listen up
How are you going to capture my attention in this great flood of podcasts?
Try
Some days are loud and you can’t bear the sound of your own buzzing thoughts. These are the days that you know you won’t try.
Battle of the books
How did all this happen? Why are these Mirandas in such fierce competition. What can I do to avoid it all again?
I REMEMBER
So, why am I angry? I’m angry for the way that we lost him. That we had to lose him at all. What I want to say here, falls apart. I stare at this paragraph and the screen blurs. It is futile and it is anger. It is loss.
The gap in my bookshelf
And now that the world has lost such a fine mind, a novelist, a scientist, a local, and a woman with a way with words, I can only stare numbly at the gap in my bookshelf.
Dear Mister Asimov – a memory
This is for you, Mister Asimov. This is my unwritten letter. With the warmest of affection and the greatest of admiration.
Writing hack anyone?
At hour 11, just to keep pushing, I found myself writing when I had forgotten how to write a proper sentence. How can that be good for me? Because, despite that, I was still writing.