Our world was built from words. Words have the power to construct communities, rupture relationships, and transform thinking. With the right wordsmith holding the pen, your story can come to life.
Writing Services
Content / feature Writing
Need content for your magazine / website? I can create blogs, articles, and/or business write-ups in your desired length to inform and captivate your audience.
Ghostwriting
Compelled to share your voice but not sure how to get your thoughts on the page? I can take your thoughts and turn them into pages. Together, we can make a great team.
Editing
Want someone to look over your body of text and offer proofreading, structural editing and maybe a little rewriting? I’m precise and enjoy the nitty-gritty.
As Editor & Feature Writer: Earth Refuge
“The Earth is a fine place and worth fighting for.”
Hemingway
Fiction: Works In Progress
Outside my window, a sparrow paused mid-flight; her mud wings laced around the fingers of an invisible puppeteer as he dangled her life against the blue curtain. Her feathers were rigid as a stick, and her beak frozen in time. A static rainbow moved vertically across her like on a television screen, and for a second, in my slumber, I instinctively searched for a remote control to change the channel. But when my vision shifted from peripheral to focus, it occurred to me that the sparrow had already landed on a building with ease. My skin then grew cold despite the wool covers of my bed, and though I wanted to look further for the lost sparrow, I realised that I would be better off if I left those incidents alone.
(Draft 1) Excerpt from Scarlett’s story, Reflections in a Needle
Dusk unfolded her wings and cradled us to her chest.
Excited by our chatter, the moon curled up with our laughter.
As the trees listened and prose kissed the air with a sweet aroma, Time ran away for a dip in the ocean of memory.
And there he was, nestled beneath the orange lee.
The open sky, dull against his cosmic brilliance.
I was both in the audience and on stage,
Observing this firefly of sun and earth
Shining on everything in his wake.
Shoulders that firmly cloaked his cashmere heart.
Eyes that hid the poetry waiting behind his gaze.
Hands that matched mine perfectly.
The stars melted and trickled onto our skin like honey.
Freckles, he called it.
Pixie dust, I replied.
Could it be that we had found what we were looking for?
At the other end of the reverie,
It dawned on me that his gravity could not be untangled.
For I was simply there to witness all that he was about to become
And everything his colour was about to make me.
‘Gravity’ – afternoon scribbles
“Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences.”
Sylvia Plath
Blog: Creative Writing & Other Work
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Need a writer / editor? Have any questions? I’d love to hear from you to discuss your project needs! I’m a fast typer and will get back to you ASAP.
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When I was a kid, a wild and exquisite being cast a spell on me. Failing to extinguish the magic, I allowed it to dwell in my space. In return, I required nothing less than this being's irrevocable devotion to creating within me a world in which we could coexist. We set off to build a world that would curtain the harshness of humanity and to fill it with heroes and creatures we could both fall in love with.