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booksMy second post for the Māori Literature Trust is now live! This one is about my love of books, and my love of creepy things as well.

You can check it out here.

If you are a GoodReads user, feel free to add me as a friend! I make sure to set a goal for the challenge they do yearly, currently I’m at 57/70 books for 2018, so, well on track to meet it by the end of the year.

When I was a child my mother worried that I didn’t get out and spend enough time with friends, but who needs friends when you have books?

I’m joking! I’m joking. I have many wonderful friends.

But I also have many wonderful books.

I spent a lot of my childhood embedded in pages. Mum didn’t need to worry, the books were taking very good care of me, leading me on all kinds of adventures through this world and countless others.

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I am a Writer. I am Māori.

My Te Papa Tupu mentorship is going well so far, and part of the expectations of it are that we’ll post monthly journals over on the Māori Literature Trust website. It felt strange to be writing for a different audience – this place here is well worn and familiar. I know who is stopping by most of the time, and I’ve been flying to Wellingtondoing it for so long that it’s an easy thing (even if sometimes I go months without doing it!).

But this feels different. Like I’m stepping out into the open as a Māori author. I don’t know the audience, and they don’t know me. It took me so long to write my first post, and probably as long to write my second – I’m hoping that when I start my third shortly it’ll come a little easier.

Anyway, you can find my first post here. It’s got some thoughts on my origins as a writer, and also my submission to Te Papa Tupu. I hope you’ll stop by to check it out as well as those from my fellow mentees, who are all awesome people!

I come from a family of storytellers; they seem to be able to spin the spoken word into magic. Put me on the spot and my words get tangled in my mouth and become something awkward and heavy. I can never quite seem to articulate my thoughts that way, but give me a pen? Give me a pen and everything changes.