All About My Writer’s Notebook

Most writers I know have an addiction to something (coffee, Twitter, buying books, stationary). I have been collecting notebooks for years and years, and recently I have started to make my own. I really enjoy crafting my own supplies. I feel like it gives me a certain kind of creative independence, and it allows meContinue reading “All About My Writer’s Notebook”

What is Writing?

What is writing, after all? A form of communication. A listing of symbols through which we convey meaning. I am of the belief that it’s a kind of magic. It’s time-travel. It’s the undenied profession of human existence. It’s a ritualistic expression of self and discovery. It’s catharsis, murder without jail. It’s growing up onContinue reading “What is Writing?”

The Value of Personal Archives

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash   Most recordings and accounts of our lives are now being distributed online. ‘Science and culture in the 21st century are born digital; today’s Einsteins, Rembrandts, and Bachs create and record their works on digital devices.’ (1) We are archiving our lives in real-time, probably without even realising it.Continue reading “The Value of Personal Archives”

Always Feeling Like an Impostor

I remember I got invited to a spoken word night to read some of my work, and all I could think was ‘Huh, surely someone has made a mistake, my stuff isn’t good enough to be read out loud.’ One of my short stories got picked out of a dozen others to be published onContinue reading “Always Feeling Like an Impostor”

Prussia Cove Writing Trip

A beautiful backdrop, completely disconnected from the outside world and seemingly out of this decade, the dramatic coastal path stretching left and right. Does it make you want to pull out your pen and paper? Because this is the type of thing that really gets my creative juices flowing. I don’t get a chance toContinue reading “Prussia Cove Writing Trip”

The Art of Me

As a writer, I felt obligated by an unwritten law to lend myself, particularly my perception of my human experience, to my reader. So long, I have debated how to capture myself in my own writing, until I understood, about two years ago, that wasn’t the case at all. Two weeks after I moved to EnglandContinue reading “The Art of Me”