Writer's Life

A Story To Tell

It's been a long time since I had a story to tell. Writing stories and poems has always been a big part of my life but over the past two years, I've been doing it less. I would only feel inspired in small doses and I felt like I didn't have the confidence to write… Continue reading A Story To Tell

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Writer's Life

Camp NaNoWriMo 2015

So, I have decided to do Camp NaNoWriMo. After the success of winning NaNoWriMo in November last year, completing 50,000 words in thirty days for my first full length novel 1:58, I decided that it was time to do it again. Camp NaNoWriMo is the same as NaNoWriMo but there is more freedom, I can… Continue reading Camp NaNoWriMo 2015

Writer's Life

Writers Write

There is nothing more frustrating for a writer than a blank page. For the last few months there has been a lot of blank pages. I have made no progress with any of my writing projects. I haven't settled on an idea yet for a novel, I'm not writing poetry or short stories. I'm struggling… Continue reading Writers Write

Stories

The Girl In Red

Antonia Mi Bella. Mi Princesa. Mi poco Isabella. Gone. I could not find the right words to say. I spoke two different languages but I could not allow any words to escape my lips. Trapped in my throat, the words were dry, they cut my throat. I tried to say the words out loud to… Continue reading The Girl In Red

Stories

Treacherous

A beacon of light saved me.  July 15th was the day that everything changed. It was an ordinary morning, the sun was shining but sadness clouded my mind, I was on the edge of destruction, praying for salvation. Darkness had snatched away the hope that I would one day be completely happy. I had no… Continue reading Treacherous

Stories

Learning To Move On

The frosty air is icy cold against my skin; it must be time for winter once again. I walk down a familiar street. I have my scarf wrapped around my neck and earmuffs protecting my ears from the howling wind. I try and look ahead but the pressure of the wind is gushing against my… Continue reading Learning To Move On

Stories

A Sunday Afternoon

I sit here, enjoying the peaceful tranquillity of the woods. Silence, almost. Only the symphony of bird song is with me here. I feel nature and it's presence all around me: I feel liberated. I feel free. Lost in the woods with a notebook and pen and I can write about everything I see, hear,… Continue reading A Sunday Afternoon