I never imagined I’d be writing this. For those who know me well, this might seem like a quarter-life crisis. People who have known me since school know that my worst-ever nightmare was having anyone read anything I had written—ever, ever, ever. Yet, here I am. Trust me, I’m the most surprised.

If things had been different, I’d have dismissed this urge as an intrusive thought and slammed the door shut on it. But it came at a time when I was stuck in a creative rut.

After finishing a 6 month teaching contract at Rose Bruford in June, I hit a wall. The last few years have been non-stop: moving to London, completing my master’s, directing, and assisting on shows, and culminating with six months back at my old university, working with the brilliant BA Acting students at Rose Bruford South West.

But by June, I was burned out, working two minimum-wage jobs. If there was a creative bone left in my body, it probably looked like a dried-up prune.

Despite a summer of fun—my “adulting detox”—I still felt uninspired. I even flirted—very briefly—with the idea of a non-creative pursuit, half-heartedly sending out some job applications, all while knowing, deep down, that this wasn’t me.

A friend, tired of my moaning, suggested I read The Artist’s Way, a book by Julia Cameron about overcoming creative blocks. Skeptical (I’m all for therapy, but a self-help book for artists... come now), but desperate, I gave it a go.

One of the principles of The Artist's Way is a daily practice of “morning pages”—three pages first thing in the morning of whatever’s on my mind.

Perhaps the motivation to write came more from procrastinating getting out on a run, but I’ve kept it up, religiously writing out three pages of blurry 6 a.m. thoughts every morning. Nine weeks in, I re-read some of these ramblings. Amongst the rants, worries, and gossip, I found moments of genuine creative thought. Those early-morning scribbles sparked something in me, and I started writing more. For the first time in months, I felt “in flow.” Encouraged by my closest friends and sister, I’ve decided to share some of these thoughts here.

I’m not sure what this will become—likely a mix of creative musings and the occasional self-reflection. It’ll be messy and sporadic—I’m not promising any great insights, but I hope it’ll be thoughtful and maybe even a bit entertaining.

While I know my readership is unlikely to extend beyond my mum and a handful of loyal friends, should you find yourself here and inspired enough to want to comment on anything, feel free to drop me an email via the contact bit on the main page (Mum, you can just text me, it’s alright).