I returned to the office today and it was strange yet exhilarating. I didn’t know anyone there but it was oddly familiar; pushing me out of my comfort zone and reawakened something within me. Something is on the way. I know it, I can feel it. Thoughts, ideas and possibilities circle around, some I grasp…
Sunrise, sunset and everything in between, how we divide up our day says much about us, so there is little doubt in my mind that I was destined to be a writer; that my dreams would transpire into eloquent ideas and that hours of dreamily gazing out of windows, should be followed by quick-fingered keyboard clacking,…
Today I made my first coffee from a Moka pot; when in Rome, I think to myself. After years of longing, I am finally in the magnificent south. We flew into Naples before making our way through the winding, narrow, high altitude roads, mount Vesuvius shrinking in the distance as we snake towards Positano. Today…
I dream I meet British Investigative journalist Stacey Dooley and I am jealous, of course I’m jealous as I didn’t have the courage or knowledge on how to peruse a career in writing. Stacey achieved some attention before being selected for Strictly Come Dancing or Dancing with the Stars if you’re American. Again, pangs of…
‘What happened to you?’ Helen asks. It throws me but I guess that’s what I pay her for. She’s not my friend despite me wanting that, but feeling safe and comfortable when I spend time with her is part of our agreement. I know exactly what she’s alluding to and I cut the crap and…
I rise smiling from a wonderful dream and instantly turn to Michelangelo, seeping back into the imagery and sentiment from moments before. We were at a festival, one of those cool, low key festivals with marquees and unknown artists playing great music. I have hired space in a marquee for my group. Elevating my six-week…
Sunrise, sunset and everything in between, how we divide up our day says much about us. There is no doubt in my mind that I was destined to be a writer, that my dreams would transpire into eloquent ideas, that hours of dreamy gazing out of windows should be followed by quick fingered keyboard clacking and…
Words flow effortless from me. Although late, a little spark of an idea darts across my page. Something I had mentioned earlier to my Father in jest becomes a reality, immortalised in pen and ink and now, here. ‘I am going to create a guide and put it on Amazon’ I say, ‘charge a small…
After Katie’s leaving lunch I stumble slightly tipsy into a second hand bookstore and find a classic Herzog, something beautiful by Iris Murdoch that reminds me of my school English exam and some books on astrology. At the till I buy a coaster and a canvas bag with Moomin Troll on the covers; I feel…
In my dream I am asked to deliver a baby and I decline. I had been offering to help out on a reality singing TV show, help with make up, help with styling, but everyone I encountered made me feel as though I was in the way. They all smile in my face as they…
Fem Feelings 