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Your father never called me from Heaven

Wednesday, 10 April 2019

Phuang malai

It's 36°C (96°F), but my weather app says it "feels like" 44°C (111°F). I have a sweat tear dribbling down my cheek, but I refuse to go inside. I'm on a rooftop in Bangkok, and tomorrow I'll be heading back to Gloucestershire where the temperature is nine times lower. If I'm going to update you on the latest festival for the dead in THIS PARTY'S DEAD, I'm going to do it up here: 50 floors up in a…

100 rejections and other updates

Friday, 4 January 2019

Hello, Happy New Year, and I hope you enjoyed the Nepal chapter. Here are a couple of updates from me, your friendly neighbourhood death-festival-visitor:

New Years Resolution: 100 rejections

My friend Anita Gill told me about an excellent idea that I've taken on as a New Years Resolution: to aim for 100 rejections in 2019. Article pitches, book ideas, essays, short stories, fellowships, residencies…

There are no death festivals in winter. Off-season's greetings!

Tuesday, 6 November 2018

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Can you imagine how terrifying autumn must have been to early man, seeing as God has apparently decided he's done and that everything can just die now? No wonder that period is packed with death festivals, they were probably bargaining not to be next. What I'm saying is: as far as I know, there are no death festivals in winter. I guess no one ever thought to have once since by that point everything…

A death festival in Sicily (insert obligatory Godfather quote here)

Tuesday, 16 October 2018

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I am so on theme with my non-round-numbers roundup. It's day 201 of crowdfunding THIS PARTY'S DEAD, I have 179 backers and the funding is at 34%. All horrible uneven numbers. In case the title and the enormous video at the top weren't clear, this update will be about my upcoming trip to Palermo, Sicily. On Sunday I will once again be leaving my dog (and husband) for a death festival, this time in…

Vermonty Python

Sunday, 16 September 2018

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Greetings from Vermont, where I am being all lovely and liberal while sitting in a vat of maple syrup. Obviously.

What I'm actually doing is spending a month walking from my room to the food hall to my writing studio at Vermont Studio Center, the largest artist residency in the US. There are 50 of us. We applied, we got in, we write all day, and sometimes we do karaoke. If you're so inclined, you…

It’s not pronounced ‘nipple’

Thursday, 23 August 2018

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Probably didn’t need to tell you that; none of you are Donald Trump, after all.

Hello from Nepal, is what I’m trying to say. 

I'm writing to you from the attic room of a 200-year-old Newari house in the Kathmandu Valley. I’m here for Gai Jatra, my second death festival: it’s a procession of people who’ve lost someone this year, led by a cow. If a cow isn’t available, “a boy dressed as a cow…

A quarter of the way there!

Monday, 16 July 2018

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Hello readers! As you know, I like round numbers, but don't like them to be the boss of me, so here is my 24% update.

Here's what's happening behind the scenes of THIS PARTY'S DEAD:

  • I've just had an article featured at the top of Medium detailing three death movements that are booming in the west, all with strikingly uniform demographics - followers of Santa Muerte are overwhelmingly…

Biscotti, chocolate and dead people (this is how I say hi)

Wednesday, 9 May 2018

Hello supporters!

I was going to do an update when I reached 20%, but then I remembered that pleasing round numbers aren’t the boss of me, so here is my 19% update.

I just want to say thank you SO much for pledging for This Party's Dead, and in return here are some behind-the-scenes tidbits:

☻ Those of you who pledged to have me bake you traditional Sicilian ‘bones of the dead’ biscotti,…

Still funding
66% funded
309 backers