In 2003 Otago University Press published Lynn’s novel, Ghost Net, a book described by Juliette Sandall in an Otago Daily Times review as having
…a gentleness, a lightness which speak of a depth in the writer that is unusual in a first novel.
Lynn has published four collections of poetry, most recently in 2012 Common Land, a collection of poetry and essays published by Victoria University Press. In her blog, Poetry Shelf, poet Paula Green writes about Common Land:
…for me, the essays shine out. Each perfectly crafted piece glistens with physical detail that heightens the emotional impact.
Elizabeth Knox describes the poems and essays as:
…possibly the most successful mix of poetry and prose I have read. Nothing is simply occasional, and everything fits together.
Lynn’s short stories have been adapted for radio, and her stories and poems have been widely published including in Sport, Snorkel, Best of Best New Zealand Poems, Big Weather, Poems of Wellington, Dear Heart, 150 New Zealand Love Poems, The Red Wheelbarrow and PN Review.
In 2012 Lynn was Visiting Artist at Massey University and in 2013 she was Hawthornden Fellow at Hawthornden Castle in Scotland. Read a blog Lynn wrote for Victoria University Press on her UK travels and here is a podcast with Lynn and UK poet Alyson Hallet on the Scottish Poetry Library website.
While in the UK, Lynn presented a paper at the 2013 British and Irish Contemporary Poetry Conference on Kathleen Jamie’s poetry collection The Tree House. Lynn is currently mid-way through a PhD in Creative Writing (Poetry) at Massey University having taught creative writing for many years, and shares one of her favourite writing exercises in The Exercise Book, Creative Writing Exercises from Victoria University’s International Institute of Modern Letters.
Having spent many years in Pukerua Bay and further up the road on the Kapiti Coast, Lynn has in the last four years lived in Wellington, Nelson and Melbourne. She agrees with Eudora Welty that:
Whatever our theme in writing, it is old and tired. Whatever our place, it has been visited by the stranger, it will never be new again. It is only the vision that can be new; but that is enough.