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?”
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”
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”
I want to talk about two things that have been cropping up a lot in the past few months in daily conversation as I am nearing the end of my writing degree: being successful and getting published. I want to discuss how they can be defined, and what they mean for me. What is success?Continue reading “Defining Success as a Writer in the Marketplace”
Snow Fell On the Day I Was Born On a cold December morning, a woman gave birth to her firstborn. She was full of love and excitement, and she held her daughter against her bare chest. The child was small, hot skin against her own, and cried out in the night from the adjacent cotContinue reading “A Day In the Sun”
My teeth are the resting place of a hodgepodged smile. I press my fingertips into my mouth, to feel them. My fingernails are searching for a shred of my voice that might be stuck between my teeth. Instead, I find seeds of doubt sticking to my molars, and this poem hiding under my tongue.
Over the years, coffee has proven itself as one of the most reliable companions to fiction. This has been documented in many instances. There is a brilliant poem by Richard Brautigan from Revenge of the Lawn. It starts as follows: ‘Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.’ IContinue reading “Coffee and Literature Have a Lot More in Common Than You Think”