from Kirstyn Jogging, because I’m not a teenager and my metabolism is unforgiving. This wildlife, steaming dirt path, glowgreen grass, leaves me childlike, remembering nature club and sausage sizzlers. A scent-of-rain-on-wild-garlic way of living. Huff on, the winter-bellied swifts fly perilously close, perhaps my sweat is low-rent nectar. I dare you: feast on my unhealthiness. But beware of this malnourished, low-iron, husk of womanhood. Dance on. Swing by and let me smile for the first time since they told me I wasn’t ill enough to take seriously. You’re not dead yet. So shut up and sort yourself out, you are a rebut. Your scrambled brain not quite mangled enough. The sunset calls time on jogging. The swifts won’t forget the taste of me.
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from Kirstyn
I was recently asked to speak at Magfest about Marbles, why I started the magazine, and what I wanted to achieve with it. When I stopped feeling like I was going to be sick every time I thought about speaking in front of magazine luminaries, I had a good think and realised there was one particular reason I started it – a conversation I had earlier in the year. It really got things going and sparked in me an ethos I hope I can always have with me. Because everything is hectic and frantic and other words ending with ‘-ic’ right now, my blog today is my Magfest speech, explaining why I started Marbles and why I think it’s important.
from Kirstyn
I’ve been thinking a lot, recently, about the acceptable face of mental illness. This began last year when Sinead O’Connor’s mental ill health was splashed all over the news. It was the beginning, ironically, of Mental Health Awareness Week, when the news broke that O’Connor had gone missing after posting a troubling message on Facebook that led many to think she was in danger of taking her own life. from Kirstyn
This 30-day blog challenge is only in its fourth day and I already forgot that I needed to blog today. Rita was smart and did hers in advance; I’m not exactly the brains behind the operation. Part of my forgetfulness is because of a situation involving a huge email snafu: turns out one of Marbles’ email addresses hadn’t been working properly for three or four months, meaning I had tons of unread pitches and emails I hadn’t responded to. So today I have mainly been sending apologetic emails. Much like every other day, then. from Kirstyn
I was pretty psyched to get connected with Rita and to start working on an event that we could run together: her in her Another Helping guise, and me in my Marbles guise. It’s so nice to meet someone you instantly click with – and I think the day we realised we were cool with each other was when we were at a local watering hole discussing what kind of food we could potentially serve at our Dear Diary event. We talked about different kinds of chips – cheesy chips, peri peri chips, poutine, bacon chips, chips and mushy peas, chips and gravy - for so long, we got too hungry to focus and, somewhat sheepishly, admitted that we really just fancied calling it a day and ordering some chips. Which we did. I always like to base friendships and working relationships around carbs. |
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