Recently I reread my earlier entries and considered my raw responses, following the catastrophic Christchurch earthquake on February 22nd 2011, and my writing on the one-year anniversary, and decided I still stand by these pieces.
It is tempting as a writer, who also edits, to want to make changes to the work and to worry. Was the writing too emotional, biased, dramatic, distraught? But I have decided that all writing is subjective and one needs to hold a position, otherwise why bother to write. I also see the record as the essential work of a life writer, writing in the midst of extraordinary life events, articulating feelings, questioning, reflecting, remembering and documenting for the records.
One year on from the February 22nd, 2011 earthquake in Christchurch, Deborah reflects on the impact of the quakes and the ongoing aftershocks, in an excerpt from a new journal in progress.
In three days time we will remember the February 22nd earthquake. But already the anniversary is on my mind, provoked today by a column in the Sunday paper by a journalist who writes regular pieces of a controversial and inflammatory nature. Her style belongs to the new brand of journalism – provocative, outspoken, confessional begging a reaction and a readership – and a new breed of woman, benefitting from the ‘70s feminist activism, who is every bit as bold and brash as her male colleagues and perhaps more strident.