How neo-liberalism made me selfish

It’s just after lunchtime here on Moon Base 170, and before I get onto the second half of my days work, I wanted to clear out my mind with a blog post.

Saturday was election day in New Zealand, and while the final configuration of parliament is still being negotiated, as has become normal under the proportional representation system, it’s petty clear than New Zealand has voted for a continuation of a neo-liberal approach to governance.

How cognitive distortions made me sad

This is a humbling blog post to write. I've got through life on my wit and my mind, so to admit that sometimes my brain gets things wrong seems like a dangerous thing. On Friday last week I experienced an emotional flashback, and my perceptions of what was happening around me turned out to be incorrect. I'm not talking about psychosis, or hallucinations, but more prosaic, but equally dangerous, cognitive distortions.

Thoughts on 20 Years of Sobriety

It’s a strange day. 20 years ago today I had my last drink. To be honest, I don’t know exactly the day, because I was trying to stop using the will power method, and it wasn’t going very well. But I can say for certainty that after this day, 20 years ago, I have not had a drink.

Alcoholics Anonymous has a tradition that members should remain anonymous at the level of press, radio and film. Unfortunately, since that tradition was penned, social media has grown, blurring the lines between press and our personal lives.

Full Circle

Do you ever get the feeling that you’ve come full circle? I’ve been doing some soul searching of late, mainly due to a very low mood after a surprise bout of sinusitis.

The sinusitis came hot on the heels of turning 40.

To anyone who would like to point out “age is just a number”, I will affirm that statement, and then add: I have a lively mind that like to find connections and meaning, for better or for worse, 40 is a halfway mark of sorts. The beginning of middle age.

The end of youth culture.

Naked Girls Reading

Reading ˈriːdɪŋ/
an occasion at which pieces of literature are read to an audience.
a particular interpretation of a text or situation.

Gag Collective

Last night I attended the launch of the Gag Collective. And it was ace.

I haven’t seen drag of this calibre in Wellington since Kneel Halt’s avant avant-garde in the late 1990s.

And what was more surprising to me was a new scene forming around the performers.

Cuba St has changed since the 1990s, when it was full of hippies, alternatives, and unemployed teenagers who had escaped small town New Zealand (that last one was me).


Word count: 14725

You know what I'm going to do?

Make a graph of my word count.

I did (re)search on book lengths, and it seems that 80,000 words is a good length for a memoir.

Fond love and kisses
LaQuisha St Redfern

Writing Three Times

Word count: 13735

I'm still writing, writing, writing.

Fond love and kisses
LaQuisha St Redfern


Word count: 12140

I managed to squeeze out 300 words yesterday. I seem to be in the midst of some kind of confidence crisis. When I started out on this writing I was filled with confidence that my life would be fascinating and hilarious. Somewhere along the way doubt crept in.

If I'm very honest, Christmas has been nagging at me a little bit too.

Last Christmas was a difficult time, and in a funny way set the stage for me baring my soul in a book. Not that I've been published yet mind, so how about: it set the stage for me writing a book.

Writing writing

Word count: 11995

The observant amongst you will notice that the word count has not ticked over for several days now. It seems like a needed a little break. And a little break I had.

While I was having my little break I went and got a coffee and sat down with the little note book that lives in my hand bag, you know, so I can write ideas down as they come to me.

And in the little note book I sketched out the points that I want to hit as I write.