I’m always saying how I’m such a big Stephen King fan, but when I actually try and list the titles of the books I’ve read, I’m ashamed to say the list is terribly, embarrasingly, short. Hello, my name’s Natasha, and I’m a fraud. Then, I read Insomnia during my A-Levels, making me fall HARD and … More My Stephen King Readathon Challenge
I spent five years of my life at university. The golden years of my existence so far – from 18 to 23. If someone were to ask me what I learnt during my time there though, I struggle to answer. I shrug and eventually say, “experiences”. How are you meant to define what you learnt … More Tips and Tricks of Writing: What I Learnt at University
I’ve not always suffered from anxiety. As a child I remember just feeling constantly shy, trying to hide behind my mum at parties, not wanting to give gifts to the person for fear of rejection (parties and me did not go well together clearly), and the general feedback from my teachers was always, “She needs … More How writing helped my anxiety
My relationship with writing is like a relationship you’d have with a distant cousin. When apart, you’re okay. You see their Facebook updates and Instagram highlights, but you never pick up the phone to chat. Weeks go by and the guilt starts to grow from an itty bitty gurgle in your stomach to more of … More My Relationship Status with Writing: Complicated
White. Bone White. Smooth to the touch, cold. I run my fingers across the basin, the curve of the ridge of the edge, the join of where sink meets tap. The abuse of metal joining. Obtuse angle, penetration. I turn the knob and watch the water spurt out. Pour out. The sound of pipes adjusting … More Bathroom
My Paper Lungs 