The secret’s out. I’VE WRITTEN A BOOK! Surprise! I’ve been working on this book for over a year: drafting, revising, editing, pulling my hair out, sending it to beta readers, working…
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When I was young, my favourite authors were those I felt I knew. I lived and breathed the Famous Five and Tracey Beaker, wanted desperately to become a dancer in Ballet Shoes,…
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When I first meet the poet Inua Ellams, he is standing beside Nelson Mandela’s statue. Our little group of strangers is huddled in the doorway of London’s Southbank Centre, right beside…
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My dad has spent his life working in the theatre. He’s acted, directed and stage managed; written plays, sketches and pantomimes; taught students, professionals and celebrities, and even met my mother…
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“The day the compass spun…” Eleanor’s eyes were bright, her knife and fork abandoned at either side of her china plate. “It was when we skied along that frozen river – Bob, you remember?”…
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It’s been a month since I left South America. Four weeks ago, my last full day in Colombia, I was on the outskirts of Bogotá playing tejo in a giant greenhouse with…
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We met in a bar in Bolivia. I'd been in the city of Sucre just under a week, living in an apartment with a couple of guys who were due to…
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Colombia Personal WritingLearning Time Management in Medellin (and Why I’m Having a Slight Meltdown)
For the last fourteen months, I've been travelling through South America and publishing an article every week on Flora the Explorer.…
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After three weeks spent working in Medellin in my first ever journalism role, I hit a metaphorical wall. Despite my best efforts to the contrary, there simply wasn't enough time to…
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Last month when I arrived in Medellin to attempt to be a journalist, I knew my life was about to get busy. What I hadn't expected was having less than six…