• Storm standing in a forested area. Rays of sun highlight the her and the leaves.

    25 Entierly Attainable Things To Do This Year

    Fact: I don’t make New Years resolutions.  My reason? They never really feel concrete enough. I suppose ‘get more sleep’, ‘stop eating so many cupcakes’ and ‘actively use your gym membership’ sound great in theory – but in reality, I always feel like they a) aren’t specific enough and b) are merely pipe dreams. ‘Resolution’ by definition (thanks, Oxford Dictionary) is: ‘a firm decision to do something’. And that’s all fair and well. (I’m sure New Years resolutions work out for some people but, truth be told, I am not one of them.) My New Years resolutions have never been ‘firm’ or even ‘decisions’. They tend towards the spectrum of…

  • Waking Neighbours & Eating Cake Pops

    It’s the 6th of December and just after 5am. The house is silent and outside, it’s still dark. I’ve only just woken up when my family barrels into my bedroom. They’re already singing Happy Birthday when I lay eyes on them. Mom’s leading the pack, waving her hands to direct the traffic of bodies into my room – like some sort of conductor. My brothers are close behind, followed by my father who is flanked by our dogs and the one cat that cares enough to join in. Crumb (9) (not his real name) and Nugget (5) (not his real name) lead the singing. Their voices carry through our otherwise…

  • Title image. Notebook, pen and laptop.

    I Wrote A Book When I Was 7 (it was awful)

    When I was seven, I wrote Standing in the Night: a four-page catastrophe, riddled with spelling errors and based (heavily) on a TV show my parents were watching at the time. Unsurprisingly: it’s not good. But despite its many (many) flaws, it will always be my own personal masterpiece. This story marks the beginning of my deep-rooted love for writing and has the sort of charm that can only really be created by a seven-year-old with high ambitions, and a stomach filled with cupcake icing. Since then, writing has played a key role in my life. While my friends played make-believe at school, I was hunkered down with pencils and…