Happy Christmas, everyone!
I thought today might be the last opportunity I have to update this, my writing journey ramble-blog, since it’s been so difficult to find a spare moment lying around during the busyness of the season and, since also, I leave for my trip to Israel pretty much as soon as the new year begins. After that there’s Waicon (where I’m cosplaying Nami from Eiichiro Oda’s One Piece. If that didn’t make any sense to you at all, please don’t worry!) and then, before you know it, it’s February. If I have access to a hotel computer or an internet café or something in Israel, I will try to blog/communicate something whilst abroad; we’ll see …
Right. Well, (haha, yes! It is very good to ‘write well’, isn’t it? Heheh …)
Please excuse me. I’m slightly insane and an idiot.
Right. Well, since I last wrote, THINGS HAVE BEEN CRAZY! I finished my zine just in time for the launch of dotdotdash issue 2: Ugly. I called it Of Teabags and Tadpoles, and it’s chock-full of haiku, haiku and more haiku. There’s even a haiku story in it. If you’re not already sick of haiku from hearing me rave and moan about them all the time, you might like the zine. I’m going to try very hard to post a preview of the zine below this entry. If all goes successfully, you will be able to read a snippet from The Tragic Tale Of The Lady Who Could Only Speak Using Haiku. I hope you like it. Oh, and it’s definitely not autobiographical! I wouldn’t want anyone thinking I was writing about myself – certainly not! Me? Obsessed with haiku? Never! (Editor’s Note: Denial.) Unable to escape? Pah … don’t make me chortle excessively until the pain is so bad a rib pops out! I’m fine! (Editor’s Note: If you are reading this, please send help. I have issues. It may already be too late for me.)
Anyway, yes: I wrote another zine. If you would like one, they cost $4. You can either buy them from The Perth Zine Collective if you find them at the weekend markets somewhere outside PICA (Or so I’m led to believe …) or from me somehow. If you’re interested, we can talk. Message me.
And while I’m on the topic of zines, it wouldn’t be right for me to promote my own without giving mention to a few others that I really like. Without trying to be (inevitably) biased here, I want to say that you simply must get a hold of A Zine about Monsters with Babies Hugging Them: Melodica Zine 1. It’s printed in full-colour and has juicy illustrations from emerging artist Mel Pearce that are bound to delight or tickle the fancy of any fan of monsters, or babies, or babies hugging monsters. Oh, and while you’re at it, I hear Justin Pearce’s I Hate The Bird is also a riveting read! Come with the author on a journey of soul-searching in which he digs deep and explores fear, love, hatred, and revenge – a bargain at only $2 a copy. Then there’s The Reason for Eleanor’s Miserable Childhood, written and illustrated by Elizabeth Tan. You might already know her as the writer and illustrator of Instructions for surviving the Zombie Apocalypse In Rhyming Couplets, a fantastic zine which is just that. Eleanor’s Miserable Childhood is about – well, I won’t spoil it for you! You’ll just have to read it yourselves. All I will do here is nod in agreement with Pat Johnson’s observation about Tan’s illustrative talent when she said a few months ago, ‘It’s amazing how the careful placement of two dots determines Eleanor’s expressions.’
And while I’m still on the topic of zines, if you live in the Perth area, please do pay The Perth Zine Collective a visit. They have such wonderful goodies on sale; Andrei Buters’ Dead By 30, Anna Dunnill’s Okay Ampersand … I could go on, but I can’t remember everything. I just know that when I had the opportunity to peruse the tasty collection The PZC were purveying outside the bookshop I work in last week, I wished I had lots of dollars in my pockets. There were so many beautiful zines … oh!
And they were also stocking dotdotdash. The. Best.
Enough about zines. (Editor’s Note: For now …)
Mel and I were given the opportunity to help out at the dotdotdash launch on the 12th of December. If you weren’t there, you missed out on a cozy evening of couches, Naama’s Wonderful Homemade Tahini, readings, cute commissioned creations from seamstress Bo Ra and just fabulous music from the likes of Li’l Leonie Lionheart, Namoowolf Downs, Triangles, Reverse Engine Ear , and Apriry Ly. Mel and I had a great time. The pretty coloured lanterns swaying above our heads in the warm breeze made us nostalgic for a night in Darwin, putting us in the perfect mood to sketch/haiku for dotdotdash donations! Oh, and editor Elizabeth Tan asked me to read my creative non-fiction piece Green Ants on the stage, which was awesome to do, if a little nerve-wracking and personal since it’s about a memory of me at approx. ten years old and being self-conscious about various body features. When she was introducing me, Liz said some things that will stick with me forever – some of the kindest words anyone’s ever said to me about my writing. Truth was, I felt so incredibly touched by what she said that I would rather have tottered off the stage and had a little cry instead of reading about my tummy and face, but I’d promised her … so I read.
One last thing about dotdotdash – submissions for Issue 3: Home close on the 15th of January, so send something in! Visit the website for details and submission guidelines …
Lastly, Indigo Journal will be celebrating the launch of volume 5 at 6:15pm on Saturday the 27th of February at the Perth Writer’s Festival, and I will be, too! I’m very pleased that my poem ‘Three years later’ will be appearing in the volume (and not just because it’s a paid gig!). The poem means a lot to me as I wrote it about the grief that lingers long after someone special has left us; in my case, my dad. I originally penned it for a Poetry at Pat’s ‘assignment’ as one of my first attempts in the pantoum form and it’s remained one of my personal favourites simply because writing it was a difficult but necessary response for where I was at in my own grieving process. I’m happy that it was picked for publication in Indigo because I know it will be treated with sensitivity and respect.
I’d better get off the computer now because Mel wants to pluck my other eyebrow. It’s quite sadistic. I had to run out to go veggie shopping when she was half-way through (plus I needed a break from the pain!). I combed my fringe over the unplucked brow so that I wouldn’t look permanently surprised …
Wish me luck … (Editor’s Note: SAAAAAAAVE MEEEEEEEE!)
Thanks again for reading. You are great.
~ Erin ‘Editor’s Note’ Pearce ~