"I used to fear growing up timid. Now I fear growing up critical. Now I wonder if a critical nature indicates an inner bitterness and that in itself means that the world has won in curbing your nature that began as anything but cruel."
The Girl That Was Before Four Years Ago - Age 19 It was 2013 and the lights were flickering too fast for my liking and everywhere smelled of the closeness of warm bodies. Sweat and warmth. In the nightclub light, we all glimmered. The music that played was a repetitive, lyricless beat but still everyone… Continue reading The Girl That Was Before
Hey guys, I hope you're all well. As always, Jen here. In February, I started this blog to write solely about the writing journey as an aspiring author. I was planning on being consistent, succinct and honest. Instead, I evolved this blog to become something entirely different. Whether that choice was conscious or unconscious I… Continue reading Branding My Skin With Fear – Literary Agents
Hi everyone, Jen here. I struggle with how to word precisely what I wanted to talk about, yet I tried my best. So stick with me. In NUI Galway (where I am in my last year of college) there is a long corridor in one of the largest buildings, called the Concourse. Essentially, if you're… Continue reading Worry is The Treadmill of Emotions