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*logorrhoea n pathologically excessive and often incoherent talkativeness or wordiness, prolixity [Gr logos word + roia flow, stream]

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Saturday, December 23, 2006

Just got a poem published in Takahe (December 2006 edition): couple of contributors copies arrived in the post today, along with an actual cheque – first time I have ever been paid for a poem (thank you Creative New Zealand!)

It is a very silly poem, which I wrote almost exactly a year ago, called 'What Not To Wear On Holiday'. However am ridiculously pleased to see my name in print, even if they did manage to spell it wrong in the TOC.

We're off up the coast to spend Christmas and New Year at Jack's mum's beach house. UK readers, I cannot tell a lie: I may have somewhat exaggerated the balmy subtropical splendours that await us there – given the piss-poor weather conditions recently, it's more likely the stack of books I planned on carting onto the sands may have to be read in front of a roaring fire instead. But whatever the climate, we can hear the mighty Tasman roaring from the bed, and stare across it from the back porch, and, given the slightest encouragement (which I feel I just have been) I may end up writing the odd pome.

Happy Christmas everybody! We'll be back in time for my 20-week scan at the beginning of the year.

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