I don’t really go in for “New Year, New Me,” partly because I think it’s probably futile and also because there’s not a lot about myself I’d like to fundamentally change. I do have some plans for the year, and a couple of things I’d like to do more of, but no resolutions as such.
Relatedly: I’ve been thinking about this tweet. Read more
A few months ago, tired of people going “How do you fit it all in?!”, I started a blog series to answer that exact question. It was partly for other people but also partly for me; I wasn’t sure how I fitted it all in either. The answer used to be “I barely sleep” but these days I’m often in bed by 8pm, sometimes significantly earlier, so I knew it wasn’t that.
But apparently I still manage to live many lives and do loads of things. So how do I do it? This week marks week 21 of my ‘How Do You Fit It All In?’ series so I thought I’d go back through them and work out if there’s a direct answer to that question. Read more
The latest instalment in a series in which I answer the ongoing question “How do you fit it all in?”, which people ask me when I tell them what I do. Read more
This morning a friend tweeted me asking for some famous poems I know. I wasn’t sure why at first, then I saw it’s National Poetry Day and perhaps that had something to do with it. Or maybe it’s all just a coincidence. Anyway, this friend grew up in New Zealand and said she felt like her Kiwi education may have been different from other people’s.
Since she seemed to be asking for recommendations of well-known poetry, I responded on Facebook instead because there isn’t a 140-character limit there. I also ignored the actual question and recommended poets and movements rather than specific poems, except in a couple of instances. Often what speaks to one person doesn’t speak to another, and arguably this is especially the case with poetry. Some people like flosculous language, some like post-modern syntax, some like poetry but only when it’s performed. It’s pretty much impossible to recommend a poem that everyone will love. So instead I gave a brief intro, and once I’d typed it all out I thought I’d stick it in a blog post as well, in case any of you are trying to work out where to start with poetry.
People have always asked me how I manage to fit all the various things I do into my life. In the past, the answer was that I was a workaholic who could get by on four hours’ sleep a night.
Nowadays, however, I’m in my late twenties, and while that means I’m still young (right? RIGHT?!), it also means I’ve started making those little noises when I get out of chairs or bend to pick something up, and also that going to bed at a reasonable hour instead of stumbling drunkenly through the streets of Dalston at 3am seems like a perfectly good nighttime pursuit.
A few years ago, someone emailed me some questions about going freelance, and I responded. Then I decided to turn it into a blog post, because it might be helpful to other people too.
It’s appeared on most of my blogs throughout the years, and I thought it was time to post it on this one, too.
So without further ado: How to go freelance: a Q&A
I love Neil Diamond.
There, I said it.
I once admitted this in the not-so-nice neighbourhood I grew up in, and quickly discovered it’s not necessarily the kind of thing that gains you instant street cred.
Not caring what people think, though?
That makes you pretty cool. Or that’s what I tell myself, anyway 😉
This week has felt quite busy, but actually that’s mainly just been because I’ve spent most of it on public transport. What is it that makes sitting on a train for three hours feel so tiring, anyway?
When you google my name, you get some weird results. Case in point:
My phone buzzed and I reached over to pick it up. The text was from my mother.
“I nd ur sris 4 wassantya”
I texted her back. “What do you mean?”
“I need ur saris 4 wassantya”
She is not a woman of many words.