writes a novel (not sure if she designed this book - my guess is she did)
designs other people's book covers and wins awards for them
illustrates other people's books
writes a blog and illustrates it.
Sarah's blog is a delight. Called Let Me Be Frank it is about being a writer in residence as Frank Sargeson fellow in Auckland, which sounds very grand when it's not. The blog is also about being a mum and doing all that other stuff one has to do while being a writer in residence. It is wry, funny, bang on.
One of the recent posts is about going to Wellington with co-Sargeson fellow Sonja Yelich to be feted by the sponsor, Buddle Findlay (solicitors). I was supposed to be there but my husband, a consultant at BF, forgot to remind me about it. No that's not true, he tried to text me but my phone was dead because I couldn't find the charger. (Just like last night when I couldn't remember where we kept the wok to put it away - one of those increasingly common 'slip-of-the-memory' moments).
Anyway, now I've read Sarah's blog I feel like I was at the BF do (although I have never thought of the BF building in the way Sarah has ever). Now I've read Sarah's blog, I feel like not knowing where the wok goes is reason for celebration of - oh, I don't know, the slippage in life between what we hope for, what we imagine, what we get ... between now and then ....
If I were her I'd give the wok sturdy legs so it could run off to its own little shelf, and maybe it could gather up the phone charger on the way. The charger of course would have a sleek white horse to ride ... Ah, I wish I could draw like that....
More on Sarah Laing here and at her website (where she does heaps more stuff) here.