Recently I had this radical writerly realisation: I have nothing to say. Since discovering that my life is infinitely more peaceful when I don’t write about my feelings and experiences…
Redefining Attention as a Writer
Epi(blog)ue: When Does The Writer Stop Writing?
It’s New Year’s Eve, and I am celebrating in style, by chilling alone in my flat, listening to music, and writing this blog. Ordinarily I would write some long, rambling…
Travel Diary — Day One — 26th June 2016
The first post in what will possibly be a two-week-long series of my ramblings. Handwritten throughout the day, and painstakingly typed up on my phone at night. (I can't believe…
Life In A Pressure Cooker – What It Means To Be Eighteen
“These are the best years of your life”, they say. “I wish I was your age again” is the constant refrain, but I have to wonder: is the desire to…
Life Imitates Art
I haven’t written a blog in over two months, which is incredibly shameful. How can I call myself a writer? Honestly! In my defence, I have had a very busy…