Writing

It’s been fifty-leven days, umpteen hours now. I work from home. I do Click ‘n’ Collect. I complete mat Pilates sessions on my living room floor. Some days I never leave the apartment. What about you? I spend hours thinking…

While the world continues to spew out things for people to be outraged about (e.g. global warming, coronavirus, Donald Trump’s lack of impeachment *shocker*), I have been more or less distracted by attempting to write a fucking novel. Why did…

I’ve been lacking with blog posts due to the deadline of my first draft looming large. Guess what? Writing a book is still really fucking hard. It’s probably more difficult right now than it has been during this entire process.…

Holy crap, I’ve hit several roadblocks with my writing lately. Even though I’ve done a shitload of preparation to still hit my 40,000 word count by the end of December – Christmas and all its shenanigans are dangerously close to…

Writing a book is so effing hard. Seriously. The enormity and frequency of emotions I am feeling as I travel on this journey is way more erratic than I could have imagined. I’ve wanted to write a book or pen…

I went to the Brisbane Writers Festival this past weekend. As someone who experiences anxiety with seemingly uneventful tasks, this was a big deal for me. I drove into Brisbane, paid over-the-odds for parking, managed to find the correct auditoriums…

Since settling back into life after a month of European adventures, a few things have become glaringly obvious. Travel is the best thing I can do for my soul. My post-holiday glow always eventually wears off, but if I play…