Creative intentions is a monthly thing now. Did I tell you that? It started last month, with September. The start of a new academic year made me want to set some goals and, looking back on what I achieved in the month, it worked. Here were my creative intentions for September: Write at least one
Hashtags, are without doubt, one of the best ways to be found on social media. They are a great way to connect with new people. To let people know what you do and if used correctly, can be a really powerful tool in getting fresh engagement, new followers and new connections. Without them, your post
I’ve started a writing army. True story. Okay, so maybe the word ‘army’ is a slight exaggeration because maybe I don’t actually know how many soldiers are in this writing army, but I like to think it’s a lot. All with keyboards, pens and pads, scribbling away. How did this start and what is it?
A lot has happened in the past few weeks. So much that I’ve neglected this blog, my Instagram posts and remember those Creative Intentions for September? Well, they’re still very much intentions. But now I feel I’m through it, and can write about and tell you everything that’s been going on. First up, we changed
Reading snacks are something I’ve come to see a necessity. I find reading a lot more enjoyable if I’ve got food to hand. It goes without saying that I must have a cup of tea alongside, or at the very least a hot chocolate, but a reading snack is a must. I often find that
Creative intentions. I know, the cynic in me gave it a bit of an eye roll when I typed that phrase out too, but ‘goals’ sounds a bit too serious and ‘resolutions’ are something I’ve never been able to stick to, so intentions it is. September always has a New Year vibe about it don’t
Fear of the blank page, or writers block, or blank page anxiety, whatever you want to call it, is something I don’t suffer from too often. And no, it’s not because I’m super confident and have wonderful self-belief, (ha! If only) it’s because years ago, I was a part of a writing boot camp. There
I’ve not read a Belinda Bauer book for a while and I’m not sure exactly why, but when I saw that this had been picked for the Man Booker Prize for Fiction and it was a crime novel, well, I had to read it. The opening chapter is just brilliant, completely gripping and terrifying. A