After almost a year of silence I thought I'd update my blog a bit. I guess you could say I was "inspired" to start writing again by the ramblings of "Australia's youngest mortician" as well as listening to Radio New Zealand's dissection of a sonnet this evening. Somewhere I have a couple of notebooks of poetry I wrote as an angsty teenager. I'll admit it - back then I used to think I was shit-hot at writing. Was a huge fan-girl of John Marsden, I remember religiously lining up for "Young Writers Week" and sitting there in awe listening to him speak. I am hoping years of scientific writing has not killed the creativity. We shall see, we shall see...
Back to the blog, I need a new title. Crossing the Tasman is something I've been doing regularly of late, but as a blog title it has been stale for a while now. When I first started this, I had just moved from Australia to NZ, and was grappling with all sorts of change, and now that I look back, probably coming of age to some degree. So far I think I've gone through two of these transitions, and not surprisingly, they have both been associated with big changes and geographical moves in my life. Right now I don't feel like I'm going through one of those upheavals, although there's this anticipation, that one might be just around the corner, nothing sinister, just enough to keep me on my toes.
Anyway, I think that's enough from me tonight. I might be getting a bit excited in writing the first post of the year!
