New Blog Launch: Young Unknown Author

Today is not only my 20th birthday, but it is also the day that I launch my new blog: Young Unknown Author.

This blog launches a new chapter in my life: finally leaving my teenage years, starting my final year at university, and starting a whole new road to writing.

Please take a moment to read my first post and follow my blog. I really appreciate all the support and love all of you have given me since I joined WordPress, and I hope you appreciate the time I take to maintain these blogs for your enjoyment.

Wish me luck and please check out my new blog!


20 Years In The Making

This blog is usually a light-hearted space (even in my low moments) but I just wanted to take a minute to talk about something I never thought I’d see.

My 20th birthday. 

I was so sure I’d never make it this far (age-wise) that I never really planned for it. Just like I’ve never dreamed up my ideal wedding or the prefect 21st birthday party. I never though I would leave my teens.

When you turn 13, everyone tells you that your teenage years are going to be the best of your life. Now, I know I’m still technically in them but I can say for certain that this just isn’t true for me. I had a rocky childhood and my early teen years were rebellious – at best! I had no future planned, no purpose in life and not much encouragement to reach for the stars. I didn’t even have pushy parents.

I don’t regret anything in my life – all choices lay the path to our future – but I know I didn’t make the smartest decisions, there are a lot of things I would have done differently. You can’t change the past, you can only learn from it – and that is exactly what I’ve been doing these last two years.

I (somehow) got into a good university, and am now a year away from graduation and my 21st birthday. I have wonderful friends whom I hope will be with me for many years to come, I have a good job and five (technically six) books under my belt.

13-year-old me would not believe it. She wore black skinny jeans, kohl eyeliner and dreamed of getting her lip pierced. Her poetry was delusional at best and she never thought it was any good. It’s taken me seven years of bad choices, a wobbly education and supportive people in my life to realise that we don’t have to be the person our life dictates. If I hadn’t jumped off the crazy train, I would be homeless, jobless and off my face every day. 

What I am trying to say is, I am so proud of myself for making a life changing decision in a park when I was 15: I said no – not anymore. I gave up the jelly bracelets and spiky boots. I donned cute dresses and (mostly) natural hair – and no more scary make up. I stopped caring what boys thought of me and decided the only way to be happy in life was to truly be myself and strive for greater things. 

I’m proud of me, and I think at some point in everyone’s lives they have a chance to choose the right path. I may wobble occasionally, but I’m still on track to being the woman I want to be. 


Pretty Woman Review *mild spoilers*

The twisted fairly tale of a hooker and a business tycoon falling in love. 


Pretty Woman is one of those feel-good movies that everyone has to watch at some point in their lives. It’s got short skirts, beautiful dresses and life lessons – what more would you want from a click flick?

Edward Lewis (Richard Gere) transforms Vivian Ward (Julia Roberts) from a streetwalker on Hollywood Boulevard into a woman fit for the high life. He helps her discover the strong independent woman she’s always wanted to be. And Vivian takes a lonely businessman who destroys companies and makes him into an honest, kind man – but still a millionaire!  


Now, I’m not saying I wanted to be Vivian by the end of this (I’m too 21st Century individual for that level of sexual promiscuity) but I wouldn’t mind a beautiful, sweet man rescuing me from my first world poverty and helping me acclimatize to a life of expensive clothes and opera. Hell, I think I’d settle for a date that wasn’t on the in a local bar and a dress that wasn’t bought in Primark!

This film is as pretty as Vivian becomes on her journey – but it’s a fairy tale too. You’ve got your damsel in distress, a prince charming, the villain, a kind old man, jealous women, and horse riding! So what are you waiting for? 


Be Yourself!

Last night while watching a 90’s chic-flick, I heard a song from my childhood that I adored. But upon hearing it now, I realise there is so much more to the song than six-year-old me noticed.

Alanis Morrissette’s ‘I’m a Bitch’ talks about how we are so many people at once, and that we shouldn’t change for anyone.

I’m a bitch, I’m a lover, I’m a child, I’m a mother
I’m a sinner, I’m a saint, I do not feel ashamed
I’m your hell, I’m your dream, I’m nothing in between
You know you wouldn’t want it any other way

Read more: Alanis Morissette – Im A Bitch Lyrics | MetroLyrics

And why should we want to be any other way? We should all be proud of the people and the identities we hold: mother, wife, daughter, friend – all wonderful people to be! No shame is needed when we talk about ourselves.

As a society, we are constantly putting ourselves (and others) down for being honest about who they are, but there is just no need. There is already enough corruption in the world without us all lying about the kind of people we are.

Today’s moral is: be yourself, and be happy with who you are. Because you are the only you there is in the entire world, and you can never be replaced.

Watch my vlog about it all here.

Blank Page Drama

I was going to blog about how I’m back working on my novel, Searching For Katherine, but instead I’m going to talk about something that effects all writers.

The blank page.

Whether it’s a notebook, a word document or a blog post – the blank page is terrifying. Those moments before the words appear to fill the space and you feel like you might never write again (or is that just me?)

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Now, I don’t believe in writers block – because that would mean you can’t even write a To-Do list. But I do believe that sometimes we just aren’t capable of writing. It might be that you’re tired, or can’t think of anything. Or it could be something deeper. Until you resolve your issues (whatever they may be) you won’t be able to put pen to paper, or fingertips to keys. 

Blank pages are daunting at the best of times, but if you are already doubting yourself – it can be a deal breaker. 

I sat here ready to talk about how I’ve realised it’s time to pick up my virtual pen once more, but instead I decided to focus on the fact that I doubted my writing in the first place. It’s a huge deal not being able to write instinctively, and it’s an even bigger deal when you need to write for a living. 

I think the thing I’m struggling with the most is that if I stopped writing no one would care. They’d say ‘oh no, that’s a shame – you were good!’ and then carry on with their lives. No, I don’t write for others, but if I only ever solely wrote for myself – I would never edit!

What I am trying to say is, that even though the blank page is daunting at first you need to persevere, because you write for you, and then you share your words with the world.