// This Girl //

  // This Girl // One decade ago, a girl of thirteen played with the silver band around her wrist. A friendship knot design. There is a lot to be learned at thirteen and perhaps sometimes, too much. But this girl was excited. This girl was ready.  One year ago, a girl of twenty-two slept… Continue reading // This Girl //

Unpublished Whispers #4 – Winter’s Swallow

There have been nights when the coldest winds have come from me. I am the centre of the deepest darkness of the eclipse. Perhaps I have even consumed those around me. Is that possible? Their love inhaled, transformed into something foul and turned inwards. And yet, now more creature than human, even on the harshest… Continue reading Unpublished Whispers #4 – Winter’s Swallow

Imagination and Logic in Tanzania

Hello everyone, For the duration of July and a portion of August, I traveled to Tanzania meaning that the last time I blogged was in June. So enjoy another rambling installment direct to you from my mind - Imagination Vs. Logic: Tanzania    I have lived a life categorized by lines and neatness. For as… Continue reading Imagination and Logic in Tanzania

Creative Writing in Tanzania

Hello there, My name is Jennifer O'Connor, and as you likely know, this is my blog. I am so grateful for you, for clicking onto this page. In short, I am a twenty-two year old Irish student and this summer, I am travelling abroad to Tanzania to teaching story-telling and creative writing in the Olive… Continue reading Creative Writing in Tanzania

Unpublished Whispers #1 – Beating Your Chest

(This is the beginning of my new series, Unpublished Whispers, which  I'm going to start where I publish the snippets of books I've started and never finished, and likely never will. They will all be short and sweet, for the aim of expressing the main themes I adore writing I hope you enjoy!) Beating Your… Continue reading Unpublished Whispers #1 – Beating Your Chest

Cutting the Bullshit 

I am not sure if everyone in the world feels emotions as I do. Or experiences anything the way I do. How can we be sure that one person's experience of a rainbow or the flickering light of a candle is really the same? I cannot speak for anyone other than myself. Yet as a… Continue reading Cutting the Bullshit 

An Open Letter to My Teenage Self

Hello there, I sat down to write this piece knowing it would be difficult. But as always, I wanted to all the same in the hopes of realizing some personal wisdoms. That’s the best case scenario. In any case, I can only hope the words will come out as I want them to, and if not,… Continue reading An Open Letter to My Teenage Self

Branding My Skin With Fear – Literary Agents

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

Worry is The Treadmill of Emotions 

​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 

My First Conference & The Bank of Life

Hi guys, I hope you're all fantastically well and like the new blog art! Long time, no blog - But for me, this one was extremely meaningful for me to write. Very recently, I have been quite busy. I know I should say the reason for this is due to entering my final year of… Continue reading My First Conference & The Bank of Life