For some reason I’ve been finding writing hard at the minute, and I’m not all that sure why. I had half an idea of what to write last week, and then never completed it. Part of it I’m blaming on the fact that I’ve been ill and it’s sapped my motivation to do anything at … More Everyone’s A Critic
Have you ever wanted something so badly that the very idea of it absolutely terrifies you? Have you ever put off doing something not because you don’t want to do it, but because you want it so much that you’re afraid of going for it and failing? I mean, let’s be honest, it’s less disappointing … More Don’t Let The Fear Of Striking Out Keep You From Playing The Game
Prompt: Imagine yourself at age eighty. What would you tell yourself? Hey, I’m not going to lie, writing this feels so incredibly weird. I wonder if you’ll even remember me writing the letter. I was so young back then, and it was so long ago. Twenty-two years old, with my whole life ahead of me. … More #57. A Letter To My 80-Year-Old Self
I am a human being. And like most human beings I like receiving compliments. Or at least I like receiving some compliments, to me they have to be believable compliments. For example, there’s no point telling me that I’m an amazing runner because I know I’m shit and it’ll just make me feel uncomfortable instead. … More #52. The Biggest Compliment
This is another one of those prompts that I feel can be interpreted in more than one way and personally those are my favourite kind of prompts. Right this second if I weren’t doing this there would be one of two things that I’d be doing. The first is that I’d be playing Sims 4, … More #34. What Would You Be Doing If You Weren’t Doing This?
It was funny really. No one knew her name until it happened. She was always just ‘the cleaning lady.’ She would come to the house every Wednesday to mop the floors, polish the furniture, and do the laundry. If any of the visitors to the house asked who she was they would always be given … More #22. The Cleaning Lady
I’ve written things for as long as I can remember. As a child I would often write fictional stories set in alternate universes of my own creation. It was my very own form of escapism. I would pretend that I was these characters, living out a fantastical life and having the best adventures. When I … More #7. Why Do You Write?
I had never expected that I would grow up to be a pirate. I was born the daughter of a captain in the Merchant Navy and spent most of my childhood exploring the coastline around my home. I constantly drove my mother to despair with my scraped knees, muddy face, and a fierce refusal to … More #5. Life Among the Pirates
Comfort is curling up in your favourite spot on the sofa with a warm drink when it’s rainy and cold outside. Comfort is the familiar embrace of your own bed after a long day. Comfort is getting lost in your favourite book, the one with the dog-eared pages and the well-worn spine. Or getting lost … More #3. Comfort
My father drove many cars, and motorbikes, throughout his life. But the one I remember most distinctly, or at least the most fondly, was the car he had when I was very young. It’s the first car I remember us having. It was a baby blue Land Rover Defender with a white roof. It was … More #2: The Car Your Father Drove
A Place of Mine 