Tag Archives: Writing

The Diary of an Unpublished Author #10: Back to University

Dear Diary, It’s been a while since I’ve written to you. I guess it’s been a while since I’ve written anything at all. Since self-publishing my book last summer, I’ve been in a bit of a slump. Stuck in a limbo of what now. I’ll be the first to admit that self-publishing was never my […]

Review: Orlando, Virginia Woolf

A cult heroine among many of my generation, I recently decided to plunge back into Woolfian waters, in which I had not dipped my toes since my undergraduate studies. Having read (and attempted to analyse) Mrs Dalloway and To the Lighthouse what now feels like many years ago, I was surprised at just how different Orlando is to Woolf’s other works. […]

Poem #35: Puzzle

We are all messes of ourselves, and yet somehow the pieces always make a puzzle.

Poem #34: Mountains from Dust

I suppose we are all walking on a path of dust to the mountains.

The Diary of an Unpublished Author #9: Published at Last!

If you’ve been following my blog with any interest at all over the past few years, you might have noted that I have written a book. You might also have noted through The Diary of an Unpublished Author series, that I’ve had very little luck with literary agents and prospective publishers in publishing said book. After a […]

Poetry Corner | Poem #33

Counting freckles in the mountains.

Poetry Corner | Poem #32

I’ll happily drown if you’ll be there too.

Poetry Corner | Poem #31

And I was always told that there was a permanence in change.

The Diary of an Unpublished Author #8

Dear Diary, This one is all about rejections. Dum, dum, dum. I’m not going to pretend that I haven’t received any rejections from literary agents in the quest for a book publishing deal… Don’t worry, people will tell you. [Insert famous author name here] received hundreds of rejections before they finally got published. That’s all well and good, and […]

Poetry Corner | Poem #30: Stargazing

I looked up and saw the Milky Way painted across the sky like it wasn’t real and it made me feel like, really, neither was I.