Sensory overload
After this experience I was totally hyper. I was very grateful that I hadn’t brought Gus, who’s had an official ASD diagnosis, because he would’ve completely lost it, it and it took all my self-control not to lose it myself.
Okay, news, news, news! This week is a bit crazy – I feel a bit like a rock star.
On Wednesday I go to Waiheke Island to talk at the One Island, One Book event. Yes! I have colonised an island with The Fall of Light!
On Friday I go to Christchurch to speak at the Word festival. On Saturday night I will be singing and dancing and maybe crying to Kristen Hersh.
On Sunday morning I fly back at 7am (eek!) to appear at the Storylines Family Day festival, where I will be running a comics and zine-making table for kids along with the wonderful Sophie Oiseau. Bring your kids along! Dress up as a big kid!
And I also have some other exciting news about editing an anthology of NZ women’s comics, but I will save that for its own special post. If you’re an NZ woman (living here or ex-pat) and a cartoonist, watch this space.
LET ME BE FRANK 
Went to a Yoko Ono art show that opened on John’s 30th birthday, which is quite a while ago but was quite like this, I think — playing with perception, so in smaller increments, like having a refrigerator that was just the outer plates mounted on some kind of plastic foam and a cigarette pack full of lead and asking you to lift each, and several visual illusions, but also a room you were supposed to walk through while wearing a gas mask with distorting lenses. All very playful, but challenges to your view of reality.
It didn’t come with any warnings, but, then, neither did John and Yoko.
That sounds amazing! Yoko Ono art shows, letters from Hunter S Thompson – you’ve been at all the key cultural moments!
I would like to try a place like that. I think. I do get weirded out fairly easily. Still.
I like that I have been following you long enough that I can see by the illustrations that Otto is getting older/taller/more grown up. I also like your boots.
Thank you, Mary! Otto is now 11 and when I started he was 7 – so yes, a bit of time has passed! Thanks for following me all these years. And I’m wearing my boots again today.