A writer navigating reality and finding her way.
25k in 8 days. 3125 words per day. Result = A complete first draft in time for April revisions. Despite being unsuccessful with Nanowrimo year after year, I’ve somehow managed to win Camp Nanowrimo twice. So, in light of that success, I’ve decided to take part again this year. And here is my plan ……
1. I would write a book … if I had the time. Oh, the classic ‘I’d write a book if …’ line. It never seems to get old … in all of the wrong ways. 2. You want to be an author, right? So, you basically want to be J.K Rowling.…
‘I’m writing a book!’ Oh, how I’ve said that sentence in a multitude of ways over the past six years. It started off quiet – A mumble when barely anyone was there to hear. Then, something changed – I changed. I grew in confidence, and it grew louder – more audible for those willing to…
I was thirteen when I received my first laptop and started writing my first book. The laptop and my book were of course, at the time, unrelated apart from the literal fact that one aided the creation of the other. But they sparked a passion – A hobby that I didn’t need to be good…
Looking back, 2018 was a life changing kind of year. And although it’s so easy to be negative about it not ending the way I had hoped, I figured it’s best to celebrate the great moments that have occurred in the last 365 days. So, here’s to the memories that have carried me through this…
November has always been a strange one for me, especially since I discovered ‘NaNoWrimo’ and thus became involved with the online writing community – a section of the internet which I wish I had discovered years before. For most of my close family and friends, November is no other than the month before Christmas –…
Dear my future self, Today you got rejected by a writing programme that you had all of your hopes pinned upon, and it got me thinking … How many rejections are too many? How many setbacks does it take to truly break a person? How many times do you have to pick yourself up only…
The build up to graduation was bittersweet. I was excited and scared … relieved and stressed about handing my dissertation in – the final step before it was officially over. I knew I wouldn’t fail, or do badly at all for that matter. But what I didn’t prepare myself for was after. After the essays…
My perspective was… My perspective was once static – an ever changing still. A textual compilation that my education did instill.
After graduating over a month ago, it would seem that I’ve reached a weird crossroads in life. I’m a twenty-one year old who has never been out of education since the age of five. So, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t struggling to adapt to this new kind of normal. Therefore, in…
