It was at this point that the rain stopped and once I reached the top of the hill, it was my turn to stop. There was no rainbow. It wasn't a scene an artist would pick out as being immediately striking. But the key was the palest blue and the sun was so bright that the glint of my watch face made me shut my eyes.
Just last night I experienced such a pang of nostalgia for a certain time in my life that it felt as though my heart physically ached. Have you ever experienced that? Have you ever experienced the briefest of moments when you lose touch with who you are now and tether yourself to an old version… Continue reading Be Your Own Powerhouse
I am a con artist. A fake. A liar. I weave lies into my life as often as the truth, and I could not exist without them. I would be a paper girl, standing on bending legs without my golden spool of fake. Except for the simple fact that who I am striving to deceive is… Continue reading How I Get Out of Bed
What is 'character'? We're obsessed with building it, developing it, downright finding it. Or at least I am. Yet it was only today that I truly asked myself what I believe character to be. As a writer, I am fixated upon imagining up characters that are the right mixture of complex, intriguing and… Continue reading Character Building Stuff
// 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 //
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 And yet, now more creature than human, even on the harshest… Continue reading Unpublished Whispers #4 – Winter’s Swallow
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
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