organisation, writing, productivity, book reviews, academic, history, mythology, home making, and personal growth
I am a women of many interests. Currently I am pursuing a writing career whilst working full time and studying Ancient History . I have been interested in all things historical and academic since I was six years old and have been telling stories from an even younger age.
My favourite discipline of study is Egyptology and my favourite era of British history is tided between Medieval and Tudor. As you can probably tell I have a busy schedule with so many interests and pursuits, but luckily I am quite organised and love planners. I am quite house-proud, I love the colour green, I have a pet bunny called Nimaway, I'm engaged to a wonderful man, I Twitch and YouTube video games and am dyslexic. Oh and I love owls. Big time.
With potential lockdown on the brink of possibility, I know a lot of people are starting to panic as to how they can remain social, keep up their spirits and most importantly, keeping the kids entertained whilst shut indoors.
And whilst there are people out there still ignoring the safety and social distancing advice – there are others doing everything they can to maintain their community spirit whilst in self-isolation. To these people I applaud!Read More »
Some people might find it strange that a grown-up, educated, sensible woman finds it comforting to write an obituary for her cat. But then when it comes to love and loss, we are rarely sensible. Love isn’t sensible.
Bast was more than just a cat to me – he was a friend, companion and in many ways my first child. And he was a cat above expectation. He was a character; loving and something of a mischief-maker. And for many reasons, I feel that he deserves tribute – for his life and his loss to be acknowledged beyond my family’s four walls. For Bast was one of those fur babies that proves that we humans should follow in the path of unconditional love that animals not only instill in us but display to us every single day. Often without our even noticing.
You might also be confused by the title of this blog. After all, how can a cat save a human life? But it’s true, they can. And I will get to that in a bit…but first I would like to tell you a little bit about The Pesky Cat and how he came to enrich the lives of my husband and myself, and why he will be so sorely missed:Read More »
As you can probably guess I’ve been absent from the blogosphere for a while, mainly due to being rather poorly during my pregnancy. It’s not been an easy ride by far with issues from start to finish; including having a negative blood type, to having hyperemesis gravidarum that lasted 35 weeks, threatening miscarriage, a dislodge pelvis and finally preeclampsia.
And let’s not even speak about all the other delights that go along with being pregnant in general such as extreme fatigue and the fact that your get up and go has got up and gone.
So no – I have not been my usual productive self, and my writing has suffered for it.
But it is all worth it. I know its cliche but it’s true. Having a baby is by far and without doubt the best thing I have ever done. And I cannot express my thankfulness to my darling husband for helping me to bring our little miracle into the world.Read More »
The evenings are starting to draw in, the weather is turning chilly and I find myself in a state of awakening despite the seasons transcending to slumber. Winter is fast approaching and for me, the idea of autumn and early twilight always sparks the idea of new beginnings. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that September was always the start of school: a new adventure just waiting to be had.
Or it could have something to do with the fact that I’m five months pregnant with my first child…
I couldn’t be more excited as I enter this new, wondrous stage of my life. I urn to hold my baby in my arms, smile like a fool for every tiny kick that makes my heart flutter and want to buy all the cute little outfits I can get my hands on. My evenings are spent making plans in my head, cleaning the house in readiness and scrolling through Amazon for anything I might have possibly forgotten to put on my baby list. Read More »
As writers, it is very easy to get into a routine when tackling larger projects such as re-accruing assignments and novels. In fact, it is one of the smartest things we can do – to train our subconscious minds to work on command and thus prevent the detractions that are inevitable when working from home.
And yet, whilst home offices and writing routines are a Godsend for our productivity, they can also become somewhat stale over a long period of time. It’s inevitable really. Eventually, all of us need to re-schedule a meeting with our muse and shake things up a bit so as to get out of a slump or take away the eventual boredom of living every day like the last.
I recently wrote a post about my experiences with a teacher in High School who seemed hell-bent on giving me bad advice regarding my dream of being a writer. I must say I have been blown away by the private messages I have since received from my readers, many of which have also been from teachers, saying how much you all believe in my decision to power through the criticism and go for gold. Can I just say a huge thank you to everyone who has written to me, as your encouragement means more to me then I can ever put into words!
But this was not why I wrote the post. As heartfelt and wondrous as your comments are (and believe me, I am truly grateful!) my aim with The teacher that told me ‘no’! was to inspire others by my story. There seems to be a common stigma in our world that writers have to be linguistic and grammatical geniuses and always know exactly where every comma goes. And it simply isn’t true. As much as I have found negative responses to my dyslexia, I have also found that people are more likely to ask me how to spell something because I am a writer.Read More »
I’d like to think I am not the sort of person to hold a grudge but even I must confess to not always being a saint about this. In fact, there is a grudge I have been holding on to – for over 16 years now…
But in many ways, this grudge is a good thing. It has fuelled me through hard times and given me enough determination to overcome obstacles and fight the battle for my dreams.
Back when I was just 12 years old I used to take support classes for my dyslexia. Now here’s the confession no writer ever wants to make – my thirteenth birthday was coming up and I still could not read or write!Read More »