You open your computer to start your workday. You've got a lot on your to-do list, but you decide to take one cheeky peek at Facebook. And then this happens:
I found these drawings when my family was cleaning out my dad's office. They're probably from when I was five or six years old. Dads are pretty special people, aren't they?
I lost my dad last night. He has battled cancer for three years. We were all in the room when he passed away : his six girls and my mum, plus many of his grandkids too. I can tell you that there was a whole lot of love packed into that little room. It was sad and beautiful all at once.
I've spent most of my life working hard towards one goal after another, but then I experienced a major burnout…
I haven’t updated my blog in a while and I think I owe you an explanation of what is going on right now. I feel really bad complaining about this but, you know, that's what blogs are for, right? A mass dumping of petty complaints onto faceless strangers?
When you're working on something unconventional, something creative and uncertain, it can be disheartening to feel like you're not producing enough, not getting the numbers, not earning the money. And where is this thing that you've been spending all your time on, hmm? It doesn't exist yet. Will anything tangible come of it?
When I set off travelling, I imagined myself creating art while on the move. Turns out, it's not so easy…
The last few months have been a speedy blur of firsts: first time launching a book, first time on radio, first time on TV, first speaking engagement, first time creeping stealthily through…
Bookstores! The smell of paper. The piles of stories. All the great authors pressed tightly together, spooning on the shelves. These are some of the reasons that you're be more likely to find me in a bookstore than a bar on a Saturday night.
For sixteen months, my own personal doomsday has been slowly approaching. With the launch of my book, I knew I was going to have to face up to something I'm terrified of. I'm not talking [...]