Sitting in my space I have made to write in this year, I am filled with excitement, anxiety and anticipation. This is the year I have carved out to write. Something I have dreamed of doing since I was a child.
Having recently turned 50, I have finally decided to shrug off the self-doubt, the crippling imposter syndrome and the nasty little inner dialogue in exchange for an inner voice to share with the page, my friends and family, and maybe, a publisher and others.
Wish me luck. It will be a year of self-discipline and yoga pants.
Here are my favourite places of inspiration and brain space creation.


I want to acknowledge this year of writing would not be possible without the support, in all forms, of my #1 fan, and wonderful husband, Stu. What a good egg you are.