When the Snow Falls – a short story

I wrote this short story in response to this prompt: Draft a story in which a single impossible event happens in the everyday world. I love magical realism - stories where fantasy and real life collide. The interplay between the fantastic and the everyday is what inspires me as a writer. I hope you enjoy … Continue reading When the Snow Falls – a short story

The Anxious Traveller’s Guide to: New York City

Recently I fulfilled a long-held dream of mine: to travel alone. I've been lucky enough to do a lot of travelling in my time but never in the company of just me, myself and I. There are a number of reasons for this. The primary reason is straight up anxiety. I'm not a fearless explorer … Continue reading The Anxious Traveller’s Guide to: New York City

5 podcasts to help you write

I spend a lot of time walking. It's one of the ways I get my energy. After a 30 minute walk, my brain is recharged and I feel alight and focussed. Almost without exception I return from a walk with a new idea and a readiness to write. Though despite the benefits of walking in … Continue reading 5 podcasts to help you write

I read the gender-swapped Twilight and I have FEELINGS

Contains spoilers - by this point you've probably read or seen or at least heard the plot of Twilight, but just in case you haven't, beware this post will tell all TLDR: I have feelings about Life and Death. Not all of them are pleasant. I will say I enjoyed the premise of a teenage … Continue reading I read the gender-swapped Twilight and I have FEELINGS

WELLBEING: Never alone, yet lonely

A few weeks ago, I made my usual journey back from work on the underground. We hit Canary Wharf at 5.30, which is peak going-home time for office workers. The train stops, the doors open, and in rushes a flood of suited, high-heeled commuters with steely eyes that look at no one and see nothing … Continue reading WELLBEING: Never alone, yet lonely

RECOVERY: Why I hung up my ballet shoes for good

It’s 1999. I wait with my mum in the entrance of the church, wearing a sea-green leotard and matching scrunchy, watching the older girls finishing their isolations in the main hall. They are graceful, passionate, musical. They wear black leotards, because they’re all grown-up and they’ve earned their grade eight already. I feel excited and … Continue reading RECOVERY: Why I hung up my ballet shoes for good