All I ever wanted was to be a writer, but lately words don't come easy. I knew I wanted to write the second I learnt how to read. Books were my escape, even at a young age - I loved the idea of creating a magical space and time where people like me could just... Continue Reading →
Jess explores – Outlines and reverse outlines (S2 E11)
Writing is hard – there are no two ways about it. But there are tools to make it easier and one of the tools I have in my toolbox are outlines and reverse outlines. An outline is pretty much an introduction – a middle part – a conclusion – sounds pretty basic, doesn’t it? It... Continue Reading →
Jess explores – Brain dumps (S2 E5)
I love writing, always have, but that doesn't mean I don't struggle with actually getting the words out. Join me on this week's episode where I talk about brain dumps and how this useful writing exercise helps structuring my professional and personal life. Give it a go and let me know what you think!
The Swell
I have been contemplating what to write for the past two months - not for the lack of things happening, if anything there would be so much to tell, but honestly between work, workouts, and questionable work-life balance, I have no idea how to form any words beyond my usual everyday jibberish. So, as it's... Continue Reading →
This is why. Part 2
My very first blog post - ever (a couple of different blog servers before with completely unusable user interfaces) - I decided to start writing our story. Lately, however (the last year and a half), it's been difficult keeping up the writing. Not for the lack of wanting to write, because I love writing and... Continue Reading →
My Sanctuary.
I spent the last few months as a prisoner of my own work. Captivated (see what I did there?!) by my own words. I've written so much, I made my head hurt - literally. It felt like my brain was exploding working hard trying to find out the ins and outs of my own writings.... Continue Reading →
Mommy, I want to be a writer when I grow up.
I want to be a firemen, a policemen, a ballerina, a vet... When you are a child the choices are endless. For me, there was only one choice. I hated books when I was a child, especially at Christmas. On Christmas Eve my brother and I would avoid any packages that would slightly resemble anything... Continue Reading →
A bird loves a fish 