Writing

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…