Why don’t women get to have pockets? Why does cellphone data expire? Why can’t we have nice things and why are obnoxious people so loud? These are just some of the things, from the serious to the absurd (I’ll let you decide which is what – I don’t know your life) that I will be ranting about in a blog series I’m calling Scream into the Void.
I have written my first novel. It’s the first part in a fantasy series that will have, at least, two parts and, probably, a prequel, because is it even fantasy if it’s just one book? Anyway, my book is currently being read by some kind friends, before I finish it off and publish it, so I figured I might as well share some of the things I’ve learned so far.
It’s really helpful to have a goal when you start running, otherwise it can be difficult to stay motivated. Motivation is different for everyone, but I found the threat of coming last, coupled with the reward of an event-specific t-shirt, good enough for me to maintain my weekly running schedule. These are my budget-friendly race suggestions for beginner runners in South Africa’s Western Cape.
Laser eye surgery has become pretty common, but I feel there’s a lack of information on what the experience is actually like, so I wrote about my own. Here’s what to expect when undergoing PRK surgery, along with some survival tips on making your way through the darkness.
This is off-topic for this blog, but linking my FNB account to PayPal has annoyed me so much I just had to try make the internet a better place by clearing up some things. To be clear, this guide is for people who have an FNB cheque account and are registered for online banking. To be EXTRA clear, I don’t work for either of these companies and my advice is not professional at all.
Nobody was born ripped and ready to rock another 10k. Every single person you admire for doing whatever thing you think you could never do had to start somewhere. How about starting by removing the negative labels you’ve given yourself?
Maybe you’re not particularly athletic, maybe you hate the beach or are scared of the ocean, or maybe you don’t think you fit the surfer “type”. Whatever your reason, learning to surf as an adult can be daunting, so here are some notes on my experience as a 30-year-old woman who hated the beach, isn’t athletic, and does not fit the surfer “type”.
It has been re-branded over the weeks as courageous, exciting, and scary, but, to anyone that really thinks about it, it wasn’t the most intelligent move. I quit my job in an IT-adjacent field without a new job lined up. I quit my job to follow my “dream”. I quit my job to become a writer.