Jane Copland
@janecopland
Writer repped by Sara Langham at David Higham Associates. National swimming champ 🇳🇿, sub-40 10K club, marathon runner, rugby faithful 🌹 In: The Independent, Brick Lane Bookshop, Witness Magazine, Newsroom, Hayden's Ferry+more.
Somehow, it’s been two years today. The scars on my thighs from my shorts fighting back at 36km have finally faded, and I’d really like to do it again 😊💚
Seventeen years free. janecopland.com/i-dont-mind.... "The driver goes north to get onto the freeway, passing over the apartment at seventy-five miles an hour. He asks if I'm going anywhere nice and a decade later, I wish I could tell him that yes, I did."
I think for now it’s going to live on my “artefacts of note” shelf 😊
Imagine trying this hard to understand what the strange hairless apes are saying to you, when your brain is just one small scoop of mashed potato 💚
There are two wolves inside of you. One runs marathons. The other has been in this chair since one o’clock and has one more rugby game yet to watch.
The face you make after making the mistake of taking nine ten year old boys to an Arsenal match when you could’ve been sitting alone in a dark room somewhere 🙃❤️ #coyg
Nearly made the mistake of forgetting these before spending an hour on a bus to the Emirates with nine ten year olds. Literally ran home to fetch them 🫡 #coyg ❤️🤍
With a brief trip to the Emirates in the middle (Reddit match thread to the rescue), sames.
The things my parents didn't return to the library 😂 Please don't tell the good people of Wairoa, but my father owes them $1,121.50, according to my ChatGPT maths.
Something about a dictionary without the word “internet” 💙 Also Mum, this book is overdue.
She’s convinced I haven’t given her all of the treats. I have given her all of the treats.
Always acknowledge the day you won your freedom. 17 January 2009, I left Seattle with two suitcases and a UK visa, which I took with me to London nine days later. Sixteen years well spent 🇬🇧 🩷
A very messy 24 hours in 🇳🇱 with Bekki and Eyad. We were all coached by my dad, Eyad 15 years later than Bekki and me, and we’d never hung out altogether before. From Syria to Napier, via West Auckland, to an Irish pub in Amsterdam 😂
Twitter was such a big part of my history, activism, growth as a writer, and connection to my friends, but it’s gone. I’m not ready to delete 17 years of that history yet but this was necessary.
Not the most heartening weekend for my chosen fandoms so far. Come on England ⚽️ 😬
Absolutely bloody delighted with this. This one means more than many of them have. “Just to You”, long listed in the 2023 Brick Lane Bookshop Short Story Prize 💚🤘
March -> August. She spent the day helping me sub pieces about misogyny in tech (complete with email receipts), urban noir and cleaning an AR-15 as a metaphor for my mid-twenties. It’s no wonder she’s tired 😂
This is nice. Feed’s still going to be running stats, writing, trolling for feminism and photos of this doofus.