After a month spent experiencing horrible writers’ block I forced myself to look at how I write, the inspiration for my stories, and came up with a simple plan for getting unblocked.
How one small change to my business card hides some pretty big battles with imposter syndrome, and how I started to own my career as a writer
On taking on introvert tendencies and irrational fears, and taking accountability for making exciting things happen
So Blogtacular was yesterday. I got up at 7.15am for a train to London at 7.50am, and a full twelve hours later stumbled back out of the train station carrying more bags than I started with, barely coherent, and clutching a wooden spatula bearing the command “Paint Everything”. I was swiftly scooped up by the waiting husband and posted into the car with a bag of takeaway dinner. This morning I woke up at the crack of sparrow fart with an overwhelming urge to Write All The Things.
So there have been a few small changes around here, and I thought it would be important to let you in on them.
I’m very likely to always be a hobby blogger. I know what it takes to be a professional, and while that is often what I aspire to, I am also a bitter realist who realises that working from home in my sewing room every day is probably no more than a rose-tinted pipe dream. But that’s not to say I don’t want to develop my blog, and push it to become something a little bigger, and a little shinier.
There has been some excellent blog and social media-related chat recently over on Karen’s blog Did You Make That, prompted by her recent post “Can social media help you choose
This year I decided to throw myself into sewing and blogging activities, which had included among other things booking a pattern cutting evening class at Central St Martins, and buying
Crazily enough it’s been just over a whole year since my first post as Song of the Stitch. A year ago I had two me made tops, a skirt and
We all suffer from slumpy inspiration from time to time. Generally for me a crash comes when I’m short on free time. Without time to get lost in my sewing