Random Musings

Category: writing

  • Spoiler: I won. Twice.

    Spoiler: I won. Twice.

    There’s nothing like winning an award to kick imposter syndrome in the gut.

  • Show up. Period.

    The blog above is written by someone I admire greatly. Someone who, like me, struggles with mental health stuff but is fighting it in order to live the life she wants to live. It’s not only a lovely run down of the QTS event, but it’s also a lesson in…

  • Only a little melty

    It wasn’t a meltdown, per se. In my last blog I talked about the forthcoming event. About the fact that I’m an introvert, and conferences like this one take me completely out of my element. Both of those facts remained true. After dropping off lots of event paraphernalia at the…

  • Book Rainbows and Meltdowns

    I’m an introvert. If you’ve been following me for any length of time, you know that. I’m awkward with people, though I really do give it my best go. I don’t always know what to say or how to respond and I often get it wrong. Tangent: This weekend is…

  • I’m the pilot

    I’m the pilot

    Sometimes you need to leap from a platform and trust the ropes.

  • Adventure

    Adventure

    How do you explain the feeling of profound joy that comes with travel? How do you internalise the beauty of the world around you as it infiltrates your world views and allows you to see new parts of yourself? I’ve always loved to travel. When I was a kid, it…

  • The mind persists

    The mind persists

    If you’ve been with me a while, you know I have mental health stuff. I live with depression and anxiety, among other things. Right now I’m on a Thai beach. It is HOT. And beautiful. And humid. I’ve never sweat this much in my life. And monkey’s coconuts, is it…

  • Grateful.

    What to say? I’m living a life I never dreamed possible when I was a child born to a teenage parent who struggled to get food on the table. Today, I’m writing this from Bangkok Airport as we wait for our flight to Koh Samui. Three days in Bangkok allowed…

  • Making shit up.

    Making shit up.

    My newsletter went out today, where I talk about absurdity and what it means to be a writer. I’d really love it if you’d check it out, and then share with me what it means to you to be a writer. Newsletter.

  • A bow on the end of everything

    A bow on the end of everything

    And I’m feeling like a pair of shoes thrown over an electrical wire. The ones that tell people where to go to get what they want. They’re not attractive and only vaguely useful, and only select people look for them.