Sarah-Kate Lynch's Blog, page 4

A lot of the time I'm writing books or travel stories but actually my main job is a column called Date With Sarah-Kate that appears every week in NZ Woman's Day. I've been writing a version of this column for about 15 years - it's like a blog but from the dark ages before blogs were invented. For once I was ahead of my time, sort of, although not really, because columns came first. Er, anyway, it's for people who buy the magazine - a group of which I am obviously particularly fond - so it does not get shared on the Interweb but my lovely editor Sido Kitchin, with whom I have been associated since way before people even had cell-phones, has kindly agreed to let me display the odd one for those who can't get the magazine. It may go part way to explaining why my blogging is haphazard. Don't you love that word? It looks as wonky as it means.

Hopefully the new pope will get rid of Catholic guilt because I can't take much more. I suffer so badly from guilt that I can't even skip a track on a CD because I feel bad for the one I'm not going to listen to. What has it ever done to deserve that? Apart from not have such a snappy bit in the middle like the one before it or words you can actually understand like the one after it? Some mornings I actually feel bad about stepping on my shoes, even though without them my feet would hurt. These days, I don't buy ice cream cones because how will the hokey pokey feel if I go for chocolate chip cookie dough? Chocolate chip cookie dough wasn't even born when hokey pokey was in its heyday. Should all the oldies but goodies be discarded when the new sweetest thang comes to town? Anyways, there's only so much you can do, and after months of feeling bad about not updating my blog, I have just done it. Guilt 1 - SKL 1. Good result.