A move to independence has been in the works for some time, but the day is finally here. Expatlogue is going self-hosted which means that instead of riding in the car, I have the keys!
The idea of my writing a book has been floating around our house for a while now, slowly shedding it’s aura of incredibility. That quip I made about my life reading like an Amazon bestseller took root and, with a Pinocchio-esque insistence, demands to become a real book…
I’m amazed and thrilled that something I began purely as a personal endeavour has struck a chord with so many of you. Learning that I have a chance at winning GOLD has really opened my eyes to the support you give me and I’m profoundly grateful.
They’re just like you and me aren’t they? Down-to-earth, honest-to-goodness parents giving us the inside scoop on child rearing. But access to family email inboxes nationwide makes the mummy blogger a marketing man’s dream. What if some of them embrace the Dark Side?
A few months ago I read the gripping tale of a woman who changed the direction of her life, trusting in her skills and broadening her abilities in order to make the leap of working abroad.
Amazingly, she’s awarded me the Blogger of the Year Award!
if you experience online abuse, you rely on the tools in place to flag and report it. But what happens if they’re ineffective?
When it comes to a blog, it’s the readers that make it. The comments and conversations, reading and sharing encourage me to write with ever greater enthusiasm, passion and clarity. Here’s a smattering of stars from the blogosphere…
I write because it costs nothing. Ikea give you free pencils and there’s always something around to scribble on – a napkin, a receipt, a wall, a limb. What kind of writer waits until they’ve saved up enough for a Montblanc or a Visconti?
Language is a living, evolving entity, but doesn’t it need nurturing and protection like any other living thing? We seek to preserve species, geographical sites and places of historical interest – what about the tools with which we convey our deepest instincts, fears and truths – the essence of what it is to be human?
Whatever made me think I’d be immune? I’d read the blog posts about pressure sapping creativity and the danger of writing for your audience instead of yourself and shrugged it off with nonchalant naivety – that didn’t sound like me at all…
Sometimes, when the very act of writing has become painful drudgery and you think “I can’t be any good – surely it’s not meant to be like this…”, all you need to get going again is a little inspiration and a reminder of why you love doing what you do…
This morning’s news took the wind out of my sails… until I changed my perception.
I’ve written a piece, a personal piece, a piece that I honed and edited and re-worked until I felt proud of it. Now, when I read it through, it makes my heart sing – so am I happy?
I’ve emerged from the ashes of what I once was, reborn and ready to walk the path I started out on all those years ago, before I was mugged and left for dead by that heartless assassin Circumstance.
I just checked the MAD Blog Awards website and was stunned to discover you amazing people have got me nominated in more categories than I could shake a stick at!