Martin family birthday breakfasts followed a strict tradition. First, there were Belgian waffles, made by Belinda, the beloved Hopewell Hotel cook. These were served up with an array of toppings: chocolate syrup, fresh lemon whipped cream, stewed strawberries, and powdered vanilla sugar. The air should have been thick with wafflely perfume. Instead, there was an acrid, confusing smell, undercut by a light touch of smoke.

My name is Karen Healey, and yesterday I had this conversation*:
THE FABULOUS LILI WILKINSON: Karen, would you like to be the Writer in Residence for Inside a Dog this March?
ME: Yes!
THE FABULOUS LILI: Great! You start tomorrow.
ME: Oh my goodness, what an opportunity! I can write my thoughts and put them on the internet!
SULLY MONSTER, MY FAITHFUL COMPANION: You have been doing that for nearly ten years.
ME: But never on Inside a Dog, Sully Monster. Let us have a moment to appreciate this honour. Perhaps I should write about lofty topics. The Nature of Youth. The Meaning of Art.
SULLY MONSTER: Or you could write about how you never went to lectures at uni, how you construct character voice by killing adverbs, how much you love Meat Loaf and Roxette, your favourite Creme Egg flavour, and how the first draft of your forthcoming novel was terrible.
ME: Oh, it so was. I could inflict examples upon readers!
SULLY MONSTER: Another triumph for lofty topics.
Hello, friendly victims. You look very nice, by the way. A sort of haze of virtue surrounds you. I bet you have done something awesome recently! I myself am terribly happy because the first box of author copies of my YA novel, Guardian of the Dead, just arrived at my house.
I especially like this because they are in a box, just as copies will arrive in stores at the end of this month.
This is my first novel, and I am super-stoked about it. It is a contemporary fantasy set in New Zealand – whence I hail - that follows the adventures of seventeen-year-old black belt Ellie as she copes with the horrible Christchurch winter, choreographing fight scenes for a uni production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, her attraction to the red-haired loner in her Classics class, her burgeoning magical powers, and an ancient threat to humanity from the Maori mythology she thought wasn’t real. You know. Normal teen stuff.
I will doubtless blog about this a lot, because it has been my main topic of conversation for, oh, three years. I promise to write about other things also, like my adventures in airports.
For now, that awesome thing you did recently! Tell me about it?
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Recently went to the beautiful city of Christchurch in summer. What a great place to set your spooky, spooky novel. That twwisting, tree-lined river. The gothic ‘why are these English buildings so far south of London?’ feel. Queen Victoria statues in prominent places. Union Jacks.
Also walked 75 kilometres of hill-tracks in four days. That was also awesome.
Welcome!
Mike, I love walking, but I think you might love it in a WRONG way.