I am thankful I have time to write, read, blog, think, watch videos, listen to podcasts and interact on social media. I am exceedingly, utterly and completely grateful to have the gift of time.
My mother used to quote this bible verse to me all the time. She believed my “gifts from God” had to be utilised to their fullest potential. To this day, the idea of being held accountable for my talent still haunts me.
My dream of being a doctor just might come true.
Novels are fragile things, and many fledging novels have been nipped in the bud by a writing workshop.
Right now I have a nauseous feeling in my stomach and I’m on the verge of tears. What’s written on my work, on the words I massaged for hours, making sure each one was the best it could be, is not what I hoped for.
At the beginning of 2011, returning to study twenty years after the last time I went to University, I had no idea what I was doing.
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.
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’ve been struggling with my non-fiction book project because I don’t want it to be another misery memoir – you know the type … how I overcome all sorts of tragedy and emerge relatively unscathed and the reader either feels depressed, inspired or bored.
When a middle aged woman with a six figure job throws it all away to go back to University after 20 years away from academia, you have to worry if she’s making the right choice. I give you the results of this risky endeavour : I made the video Suicide Widow for the course “Issues… Read More
