Shout Out to Oz: Giving Thanks to My Lovely Australian Followers!

Dear friends, I’ve been meaning to send this short n’ sweet message for some time… Whilst I have no immediate or intimate connections in Australia (at least not in the conventional sense), over the last couple years, I’ve noticed that quite a few of my blog readers are living life on the other side of…

Baldwin is My Bible

I Am Not Your Negro. The Fire Next Time. Another Country. Books, read. Film, seen. Waiting to be journeyed through again and again and again. Proverbial fabric weaves a tapestry of truth. Each word teaching a new lesson. An endless trail of thought… trickling into a lake of wonder, anger, hunger and realisation. Bleeding into a…

This is the Year: Thoughts on Turning 30

  Wrapping paper, torn to shreds; food, stuffed either in bellies or between 2 slices of bread; family, all hugged and kissed goodbye before heading back on the motorway or on an overpriced Virgin train; unpacking, arduously ploughed through; flat, reheated; Tae Bo and Pop Pilates videos, replayed; painful choreography of said fitness routines, attempted…

Be the leader…not the boss

  Dear friends, I don’t mean to be rude, but I do mean to be candid, hence keeping this blog post short n’ sweet. Being a writer and businesswoman means I’m often ‘crowned’ with titles like ‘female boss’, ‘boss lady’ or, more progressively, just ‘boss’. While these gestures are well intentioned, I wear said gift like…

A Lament of Poetic Influence

Originally posted on The Chronicles of Nadia:
I will write you a poem, that tells of sun beams, moon dances and mellow skies. I will write you a poem, that shakes rustic leaves, leaving trees to face a seemingly trepidatious breeze and- I will write you a poem, that brings about a stout mood, undiscerning.…

Hyde Park Tranquility

Silvery flakes drift down, glistening highlights of bright light— born from a sugar paper moon. Cutting through the eternal-iced sky, as they descend to kiss the grass and melt; becoming tears of the soil. Tree roots are busying themselves— gathering the cries to feed the core… with sorrowful, polluted stories… And the quenched core manipulates…

Happy 6th Birthday Scribble Ink!

Happy new year family! I’m so thankful that my day job as a story consultant allows me to inspire writers, and in turn, allows for me to be inspired by the writers who attend my workshops, enrol in my online courses or book one-to-one consultations. It gives me great pleasure to celebrate Scribble Ink’s sixth…

Goodnight Gran: I’ll see you after xx

My dear fellow-heavy-hearts, Loosing a grandparent is never easy. Rationalising their elderliness becomes difficult and frustrating when trying to come to terms with your grief. Loosing my last living grandparent (famously known as ‘Gran-nan’ by my cousins) has by far been the challenge of 2015. However, I’m trying to take comfort in the fact that…