Just A Writer

The cake was to share. My brother and I blew at the fireworks like the wolves in the nursery rhyme. The cake was mine to share. Barney on only one side but that was mine. I’d share. Bean bags became rocks to sit on. Too close, I always thought, to the TV and to him. A year seems

After eight months of my first year studying journalism at university, much like all students, I was starting to lose my will to go on. It’s a stressful degree, journalism. And despite not having starting my NCTJ on top of that yet, that will probably stress me out, too. I’m given about ten practical assignments a day while

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We work nine to five jobs, we want promotions, and we work harder. We go through years of education and hard work for our dream job, to be denied it based on the narrow-minded fact that we may just have to leave temporarily. For one reason: the 'M' reason. Maternity.    We are the women with ambitions. The

I have found it difficult to know what would be the most suitable first post for this blog. I know what I want to write – but what is the best start? Like beginning an essay, I have been lost for initial ideas. I decided I'd start where an English teacher of mine once advised quite shrewdly: from