Tag Archives: Writing
Coming home
Sitting down to write feels like coming home. Coming home to the realities that exist inside your head, to the voice that speaks with comfort and confidence and the space where you can just be you. Maya Angelou is a … Continue reading
the writing instinct – a TSIB interview
I hang out in a few little online gatherings. Places where people share tips and tricks about navigating the fabulous world of freelancing and cheer with you with the wins and send sad face emoticons when the wheels have fallen … Continue reading
Inviting yourself back in
Freelance writing is a strange business. It’s a little like research work. You get a snippet of time with a person where you ask them detailed questions about their life and then you hang up and they vanish into … Continue reading
An academic reflection of 9/11
For the last two and a half years Ive been knee deep in journal articles, academic ponderings and large books. Those large books double as platforms for your Mac so that when on Skype people look at your face, not … Continue reading
When real life comes to town
Three weeks ago the safe little rational space in my head got corrupted and I found myself on a long imaginary journey worse than what was actually happening in real life. When the darkness settled it felt like my mind … Continue reading
Love, with a chance of drowning – an author chat!
Penguin Books, in their infinite wisdom, sent me a copy of Torre De Roche’s book to have a read of. I met her during NaNoWriMo last year and was a little bit excited to see that someone – … Continue reading
Writing in the sand
I’m packing up my desk and popping on my out of office soon. Not that I have a desk or a workplace. I’m metaphorically drawing the blinds on 2012. This week I wrote over at Women’s Agenda about the additional … Continue reading
The getting of wisdom
Image from here I sat on the floor at a friends place the other day catching pieces of avocado sushi that my son was lovingly stabbing with his soy fishy. My friend had delivered two beautiful babies in the last … Continue reading
Faces in places
One of the reasons why I started blogging was to practice my writing skills and to give me some respite from the essays I was finishing for uni in the first year of my masters. The research coordinator suggested … Continue reading
What I know about writing
I was 10 when I started a diary. I was consumed with fear about what to write in it. I’d peek over my sisters shoulder as she scribbled away wondering how the thoughts flowed out of her head and onto … Continue reading
