This one's a bit of a Russian Doll, reader. The line between writing and me is a wavy one, blurry and bubbly with all sorts of squiggly diversions. The term 'writer' is so absolutely synonymous with Elsie, it takes a lot of little subsections to build up to it's full potential – in the same … Continue reading Making Elsie: The Writer
I firmly believe that people don't talk about suicide, or know what to say to somebody who wants to kill themselves, or know what to do when they themselves want to kill themselves, because it's still a dirty little secret. But Elsie, I hear you whine, Everyone and their mother is talking about mental health … Continue reading A Few Thoughts on Suicide
Welcome, reader, to the seventh circle of my nostalgia. You may remember that I was a theatre kid, once upon a time. Last time, I told you about the big stuff. The things you'd see from a mile away. Today, I'll tell you about the little things. The thing about the little things, reader, is … Continue reading Former Theatre Kid: Part 2
We're keeping it small scale today, reader. My apologies, I have not slept in 24 hours and have barely eaten in three days. I'm feeling a bit too empty to talk about faraway lands and things that made me like this. I'm not much of a this today. In a few hours, I will receive … Continue reading On and Off and On and Off and On and Off and On and On and On.
Remember when I said that travelling turns you into a character, because no matter what you're running? It doesn't matter if you're running away, or running to – you're still running. This time, the reason I am running has changed. It may very well change back before the next instalment, but right now? I'm playing … Continue reading The Other Side: Europe Part 2
You knew this was coming, reader. You know me well enough by now. The thing about well enough is that it's a mediocre way to know somebody. Let's go spelunking, down deep inside my personality. Hold your breath, darling reader, it's a long way down. The Princess Bride is the best film ever put to … Continue reading Making Elsie: The Princess Bride
A few years ago, I knew a particular person who was so genuinely proud to be Welsh, who loved his country so deeply, that it was hard not to be impressed. It was also hard not to compare his apparent and abundant national pride to my severe lack of it. I didn't think anything of … Continue reading National Pride