Happy 1st Birthday
Two years and six days ago today, dearly beloved and I popped on down to the local IVF clinic and picked up our first big green bag of goodies. It contained a lot of needles, a lot of instructions and a whole host of emotional turmoil. And, of course, I decided to blog the entire experience. Here, go have a read: www.funwithivf.wordpress.com
Read MoreThe political is personal
I have never known any mother who does not do her absolute best to be as discrete as humanly possible about breastfeeding in public. Not a single one. Yet as this article in The Conversation shows, one of the biggest reasons woman stop breastfeeding so much earlier than modern medical advice is because of the feelings of shame and discomfort over breastfeeding in public. This is why opinions publicly aired matter. This is why nurse-ins matter when negative opinions are aired, to show public breastfeeding is normal, healthy and perfectly fine. This is why this is still an issue.
Read MoreYear of the Tooth
Right, you lot, Midnight Echo volume 8 is out and I have a story in it, so you need to go check it out now. Here, I’ll even provide the link for you: http://midnightechomagazine.com/products-page/midnight_echo/issue-8/ My tale is one about a troublesome tooth and is called, yes, ‘Tooth’. It was inspired, I’m sure you’ll be all unsurprised to know, by a trip to the dentist. Yes, it’s amazing where the fodder for short, sharp horror tales can be derived, isn’t it? I did have excellent fun writing the sequence about the drilling, you know, whizzzzzz..... Now, there's a hell of a tale that lies behind the tale in Midnight Echo. A back-story of epic proportions. And I'm going to tell it to you...
Read MoreMidnight Echo 8
Well lookee now, I have a story in the upcoming Midnight Echo volume 8. And I am very excited about it. The story is called Tooth and you can go catch a preview at Midnight Echo website: http://midnightechomagazine.com/2012/10/21/midnight-echo-issue-8-preview-kathryn-hore/ Go have a look. While you're there, don't forget to pre-order the issue. Or even better, subscribe.
Read MoreEmerging
So in the lexicon of the writerly world, I guess I’m what you’d call ‘emerging’. Sounds kind of caterpillar-y, doesn’t it? The whole emerging into the world thing, like some (*ahem*, forgive me) beautiful butterfly flitting about tasting the sunlight for the first time, ahhh... (it’s illegal not to preface the noun ‘butterfly’ with ‘beautiful’, you know. There’s a writer law on it somewhere. Trusies.) Only I’m at the emerging bit that is well before the (beautiful etc.) butterfly shows up, and the caterpillar is instead stuck inside the cocoon metamorphosing from green-brown wriggly thing into the big-winged flying thing. Can you imagine what a caterpillar mid-change might look like? Squished in the dank, fetid space of the rotting cocoon, body pulsing and repulsing, all gooey with muck and slime, physically pulling itself apart, stretching new flesh and destroying old? I’m fairly certainly we’re talking The Thing territory here. Especially that bit where they catch it in the dog-pen mid-transform and there’s dog heads and blood and raw flesh and spinning tentacles and dripping monster all over the place. Yup, that’s me.
Read MoreGuest Blog: Jogging for new mums
Hey folks, how's it hanging? Upside-down and sideways? Oh, good, nice to see you're all enjoying yourselves then. Anyway, to business. I have the utmost pleasure of hosting a guest blog today. Katie Moore is a blogger from the US who writes about all things motherhood. As a fellow writer, I do love to spread the love, so make her feel welcome now. Here's Katie...
Read MoreAbout Me
I’m Kathryn Hore. I’m a writer and photographer and occasional librarian. I write speculative fiction of all kinds, as well as business non-fiction, which is not as unrelated as you might think. I take photos of weddings and spiders, though usually not at the same time, and live in the Dandenong Ranges on the outskirts of Melbourne. Online you’ll find me under the handle @kahmelb, at least on those sites where I’m happy to be publicly identified and which wouldn’t make my mother blush. Much.