It’s taken me years to get here.

It keeps me sane.

What else has quietly disappeared?

I flew to Singapore in an endless night.

What have I been up to?

How to build structure.

Long read. I’m still thinking about it a month later.

Spoiler: We’re all just figuring it out.

Teenage me in the early 2000’s loved the hip hugging bell bottoms and baby tee look.

How to take a break.

My most favourite meal in the world because… love?

All those years of perfecting my scolding-mom-look paid off.

This is where I enter crazy writer territory.

Shiny object syndrome gets me every time.

We needed community when we left.

You win? Cool, that project isn’t going to set you for life, you’re still going to have to find more work. Submit, submit, submit.

I write every day. At what point can I define myself as a writer?

…do you really feel good after hours of scrolling or four episodes into a binge?