Dear my future beta reader, It’s time for you to read the book that I’m still editing. I could maybe wait a bit longer, finish this entire draft first, but I’ve spent too long keeping this story to myself. I need feedback. Constructive, honest, and encouraging feedback. The king of feedback that will let me… Continue reading Hello, my future beta reader…
Recently, social media has been filled with a constant series of bad news. However, although it can’t fix the heartache that has been caused during the past few weeks, I hope that this post can be a light within the darkness. *Drum roll* Issue 8 of Scrittura has been officially released today! Although previous publications… Continue reading Scrittura literary magazine: Issue 8
Yesterday, whilst listening to a random, “Concentration inducing” playlist on Spotify, I decided to write an impromptu post. It was about perspective, and the perspective in which we choose to have throughout our lives. The kind of perspective that had been inspired by my latest read, which got me thinking, why have I been neglecting… Continue reading Writing update: Editing and…self – doubt
Writing is a very personal thing for me. It’s raw, and real. It’s flawed, and shows that as a human being, I am too. As I write this, I’m crying. I could go into specific details as to why, but I’m not going to. Just know, somebody read some of my personal writing, and were… Continue reading Writing: The art of being misunderstood
We’re all at different stages in life and yet we write. We write because sometimes, when things just don’t seem to be going our way, words are the only constant in our life. We also write because our life, and the identity that is our own, would be incomplete without it. This is my writing… Continue reading My writing story: unedited
I started this blog when I was yet to finish the first draft of my book. The first draft that had been waiting, forgotten and imperfect, in my documents for years. Now, as I tackle the ever daunting draft 3, I have some things I’d like to share. After all, as the title so aptly… Continue reading I’ve changed as a writer.
Denial befriended me before acceptance, Who hurt and broke me down, Taught me that I couldn’t cope. Taught me that I should drown. It made my efforts seem vain. It made me feel alone. It made me stop believing, In that little thing called hope. When everything felt numb, And reality started to sink in.… Continue reading Fiction Friday – Acceptance and denial