After the first COVID…

I’ve been a bit quiet since my fling with COVID in early August but I’m very much alive and kicking. (You may have gleaned that my blog title is a reference to After the First Death, the Robert Cormier novel, which took its name from a Dylan Thomas poem called A Refusal to Mourn theContinue reading “After the first COVID…”

COVID got me…

It finally got me, y’all. After 2.5 years, I’m COVID-positive. It happened in a fairly predictable way. On Sunday, I became a household close contact. I tested negative with a rapid antigen test on Sunday and Monday, and remained asymptomatic both days. This morning – Tuesday – I woke up with a sore throat. TookContinue reading “COVID got me…”

All the changing seasons of my life

A lot has happened since my last blog post, including Western Australia’s hard border coming down so maybe I’ll come sign your copies of my book soon. 😉 But I’ve also been doing plenty of thinking. About how the world has changed over the past couple of years. And how I’ve changed. Recently, I wasContinue reading “All the changing seasons of my life”

The future is unwritten but this blog post isn’t

Pharmacist: “Are you okay with needles?” Me, internally: Yes, I remember getting vaccinations at school and they would tell us to count to 10 to take our minds off what was happening, but I would literally watch needles go into all the kids’ arms as I was counting ’cause I’m a sadistic biatch like that.Continue reading “The future is unwritten but this blog post isn’t”