I’m sitting in a room high above Rathdowne St, facing my creative demons. It’s a writer’s class. Not the insufferable kind where we talk about characters and narrative arcs and what publishers look for in a novel these days. 598 more words
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Most days are very similar around here, getting up when the first of the maggots wakes up and demands attention…making breakfast/lunch/dinner, entertaining the brood, changing nappies, keeping the entropy in check, eventually going to bed and repeating it all again the next day. 1,007 more words
My beautiful-do anything-change the world-fear nothing friend Kelsey has a mantra that goes like this:
Fake it till you make it.
What she means is, if you want to be/do something but the fear you don’t have all the skills you need in place to be that something, then just pretend that you do.436 more words
Lit from within – isn’t that a lovely way to describe someone? I thought so. I pondered on all those shiny people out there who act as beacons for we lesser mortals, navigating us through our murkier times, and then realised that the light from within me should probably come with a disclaimer reading: May spontaneously combust without warning. 1,776 more words