Black hole
I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels like I’d been sucked into a black hole and spent the last twelve months trying to crawl my way back out of it. Before the pandemic, I had made so much progress with my writing. I had an agent, a book proposal with major publishers and... Read More
A need for magic
I haven’t been able to write of late. I type and delete and type again and delete again. I’m not sure it’s writers block – I know what I want to write about – it’s just that the writing feels bad. I’m trying to recycle a bunch of old essays, using old materials, old ideas.... Read More
Shattered dreams
It’s only now that I start to feel the real cost of the pandemic. It’s effect, now more discombobulating than ever, when I am faced with the truth about my dream of being a published writer. Like many aspiring or even established writers, I’ve been at a halt for months. The creative effervescence of the... Read More
The only world that makes sense
So it’s been a while. A few months of lockdown, getting some palliative relief that the nature was thriving in the absence of humans. The unprecedented available time to read, work and be creative. The relief of lifting the lockdown restrictions, followed swiftly by more worry and uncertainty. Nature pushed right back by humans reclaiming... Read More
Going sober(ish)
It’s Saturday morning and I count seven empty bottles of wine on the kitchen counter. We haven’t drunk them all last night, but still, the way they stand there like witnesses, staring me with their existence I can’t forget or deny, stirs something uncomfortable inside of me, like the sudden flick of a light switch... Read More
Seven years
As some of you might know, I’ve been working on The Love Project for seven years. Wow! Seven years is a very long time. I’m not going to lie. I’ve had my fair share of periods of despair, discouragement and wallowing, as I was trying to balance the demands of work, moving countries, renovating houses, setting up a new business, being married and wanting... Read More
What happened to The Love Project?
Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a single girl who really wanted to be loved. She also really wanted to be a writer. Despite the fact that she didn’t lack talent, she had an amiable disposition and relatively no disfigurement to talk about, she didn’t believe that she had... Read More
Exploring Resistance
A friend recently asked me why I stopped blogging. I found the question deeply uncomfortable and I immediately launched my defence: because I don’t have time; because I work from home and I run a holiday rental business, not to mention two houses to look after. Then the real reasons began to reveal themselves. Because... Read More
The Binding of Isaac
The legend goes that Abraham, the father of the three Abrahamic religions, married Sarah who was barren. By God’s grace, says the Old Testament, Sarah gave Abraham a son, Isaac, when Abraham was one hundred years old. The same God later asked Abraham to show his faith by sacrificing Isaac. But the story goes that, when... Read More
The truth about The Love Project
I recently got into a conversation with a friend on Facebook in which I confessed my fears of becoming a mother. I often feel guilty for not experiencing the need for having children. I never quite longed for a child, as much as I long for a variety of other human experiences. In fact, I... Read More