When I was a kid growing up in Samoa, there were no Samoan or Oceania fantasy novels, no Young Adult series set in Samoa or anywhere in Pasifika, no Samoan speculative fiction, no Samoa/Pasifika zombie apocalypse stories, no Samoa chick lit /romance. And now there are. 😉😍 I am glad and #blessed to be a… Continue reading Va – Stories by Women of the Moana
3 months ago – I start training to do my first half-marathon. The Ironman in my house points out that I havent done a 5km. Or a 10km race. So maybe I should set smaller goals first? I ignore him. Because pffft those are so LITTLE. And EVERYBODY does those. I wanna do something big.… Continue reading I cried. Died. Then kept going..
I’m going to stop saying IM TOO SLOW TO CALL MYSELF A RUNNER…IM NOT A REAL TRIATHLETE…NO IM JUST A SLOTH SLUG… Because this week I found myself: Moving my long run to Tuesday, because I’m doing a triathlon on Saturday instead. Like, WHO EVEN AM I ? Running 10km nonstop. Since when have I… Continue reading I’m not a sloth slug anymore.
So if you’re a hermit introvert (with the added plus of an anxiety disorder) like me, then you will already know about the incredible amount of energy and angst that can go into leaving the house for a social gathering. It doesn’t matter if it’s an event you’re really looking forward to, with people you… Continue reading Why I deserve a Gold Medal
The coastal village of Matala prided itself on being a community that worked together. United to carry out village projects. Their village had won first place in the Teuila Festival National Dance competition, for the last five years running. Their cricket team was unbeatable in Upolu. And they were awarded certificates every year in the… Continue reading Warriors from Weavers
Every author’s process for writing a novel is different. They may even have several different approaches that they use for different genres. I wrote my first novel TELESĀ ten years ago and I’m now preparing to launch my fourteenth novel, MATA OTI. In that time, I have changed how I write, often according to my… Continue reading The Process: How I Write a Book.
She couldn’t sleep. So when the cry came, she heard it immediately. “Help me! Please.” A man’s voice. Calling from the road. “Auoi, ou te fia ola.” The Samoan’s universal cry for survival. I want to live. Iva leapt up with her torch, raced down the stairs and peered out the window beside the front… Continue reading Auoi, ou te fia ola
Iva wondered a lot about the woman who had bitten her. Did Dora wake up that morning and feel sick? Dizzy? Breathless? Did she make breakfast for her husband and feel the gnawing of a hunger for human flesh? Was she walking past him and then lose it in an instant, leap and bite? Or… Continue reading Zombies in Samoa?
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