After years of trying to write a book and failing miserably, I have finally written my first novel. Here’s how.
You can (try to) be anything you want to be, and show the whole world too, thanks to reality TV.
Three wishes: to write like Hemingway, to sing like Aretha, and to eat anything I want without aggravating my IBS.
Tweet, post, gram, snap… Do you think before you do?
Am I doing yoga as a means to procrastinate from writing my book? Sorry, I can’t hear you properly from this side pigeon pose.
The revelation that love, true love, is not supposed to hurt… Well, this just changes everything.
What’s the highly sought-after secret to happiness? Don’t look at me, I’m asking you!
I don’t care if it’s super-corny, I actually love Love Actually, actually.
Does anyone else read five books at the same time or is it just me? Just me? K. Nice talk.
Is having a blog about writing just a clever procrastination tactic to avoid actually doing any writing of substance? Discuss.