I never knew a love like this was possible. Complete, utter, total drowning in a feeling of warm, liquid comfort. Feeling encircled by a soft blanket, a warm pool, a perfect bed.
I don’t want to be a brand, a shop or business. I want to remain a storyteller and continue to share my innermost secrets with you. Spewing the chaos in my head onto the page/screen is what makes me come alive.
This Saturday I’m going to my first bloggers conference in Sydney. I now have a Masters in Non-Fiction Writing and my memoir is one-third of the way done. I’ve just got started.
Last night I handed in my last two assignments and completed my Masters degree in Non-Fiction Writing. These last eighteen months have flown by. Here is what studying has taught me.
You’ve finally got on the computer while the rest of the family are taking a nap after Sunday lunch. Here are some delights I’ve discovered this week. [Tissues may be required].
I want to write. And I want to write books. Not fancy hardback paper books that gather dust in book shops but e-books, digital guides and electronic blueprints for life. I’m going to do it properly and publish them as Kindle books on Amazon.
I was listening to a podcast the other day about writing in which the class exercise was to write a really really bad short piece. On purpose. And after the exercise was finished the students shared their work. It was brilliant.