I wrote an earlier post on why your lockdown hobby, be it cooking or crafts, can actually be a useful thing for your writing, and as my cross-stitch obsession deepens, it’s teaching more and more ways that is true. So since we’re heading into local lockdown again here, I thought I’d use some of the […]
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I suspect turning 50 is a weird milestone for many people, even if it doesn’t happen in the middle of a pandemic. But as my half-century is now only a few weeks away, I’ve naturally been thinking about what it means for me – as a freelancer in an industry that’s in freefall, as a […]
When you are trying to carve a career as a writer, it can feel like you are competing with everyone – especially since a lot of writing opportunities are literally competitions so, um, you sort of are – but in truth, other writers can be the best friends you can have. Because one of the […]
What cross-stitch taught me about writing As anyone who follows me on social media knows, after months of mocking other people for getting their cook / craft on in lockdown (SO MUCH SOURDOUGH), with crushing predictability I finally gave into the urge myself. I have developed an interest in cross-stitch that can be kindly described […]
Yes, I have way too much time on my hands right now.
As anyone who follows my Prodigal Geordie blog, having resisted the urge to get crafty that has gripped so many throughout the corona crisis, I finally succumbed, and resurrected my love of cross stitch. So I figured having secured some blood splatter aida from Claire Brown Cross Stitch on Etsy, I HAD to make a […]
So this week I hit what I had thought was an impossible milestone – 150 coffees bought for me on Ko-fi! I originally started this page (nearly 2 years ago) as a bit of an experiment. As someone who has always struggled a bit with impostor syndrome, and marvelled at the ability of my more […]
This blog previously appeared on my Newcastle blog, Prodigal Geordie “Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colours. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same […]
So, a confession, and one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to admit: for the past couple of years, I have lost all interest in writing. No biggie, right? There are worse things to admit, even to yourself. But when you’ve spent more than half of your life defining yourself as ‘writer’, what happens […]
Your gentle reminder that: no kindness is too small, because no kindness is actually small. So, last year I started a Ko-fi page partly as an experiment: I wanted to be OK with accepting money for my work, especially all the blogs and stuff I put out for free. I wanted to at least start getting past […]
