How I Get Out of Bed

I am a con artist. A fake. A liar. I weave lies into my life as often as the truth, and I could not exist without them. I would be a paper girl, standing on bending legs without my golden spool of fake. Except for the simple fact that who I am striving to deceive is… Continue reading How I Get Out of Bed

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Unpublished Whispers #4 – Winter’s Swallow

There have been nights when the coldest winds have come from me. I am the centre of the deepest darkness of the eclipse. Perhaps I have even consumed those around me. Is that possible? Their love inhaled, transformed into something foul and turned inwards. And yet, now more creature than human, even on the harshest… Continue reading Unpublished Whispers #4 – Winter’s Swallow

Unpublished Whispers #2 – Distance Between Us 

(This is the beginning of my new series, Unpublished Whispers, which  I'm going to start where I publish the snippets of books I've started and never finished, and likely never will. They will all be short and sweet, for the aim of expressing the main themes I adore writing I hope you enjoy!) The Distance… Continue reading Unpublished Whispers #2 – Distance Between Us 

The Girl That Was Before  

The Girl That Was Before  Four Years Ago - Age 19  It was 2013 and the lights were flickering too fast for my liking and everywhere smelled of the  closeness of warm bodies. Sweat and warmth. In the nightclub light, we all glimmered. The music that played was a repetitive, lyricless beat but still everyone… Continue reading The Girl That Was Before  

Cutting the Bullshit 

I am not sure if everyone in the world feels emotions as I do. Or experiences anything the way I do. How can we be sure that one person's experience of a rainbow or the flickering light of a candle is really the same? I cannot speak for anyone other than myself. Yet as a… Continue reading Cutting the Bullshit 

An Unstoppable, Unchangeable New Year 

​Hello everyone, Jen here, as always - bringing you my most erratic thoughts, which you never asked for. Time to dive right in: Several events sparked my thoughts for this blog post, which may seem rather disjointed when written down. The picture I see in my head when my words are sewn together is never… Continue reading An Unstoppable, Unchangeable New Year 

Branding My Skin With Fear – Literary Agents

Hey guys, I hope you're all well. As always, Jen here. In February, I started this blog to write solely about the writing journey as an aspiring author. I was planning on being consistent, succinct and honest. Instead, I evolved this blog to become something entirely different. Whether that choice was conscious or unconscious I… Continue reading Branding My Skin With Fear – Literary Agents

Worry is The Treadmill of Emotions 

​Hi everyone,  Jen here.  I struggle with how to word precisely what I wanted to talk about, yet I tried my best. So stick with me. In NUI Galway (where I am in my last year of college) there is a long corridor in one of the largest buildings, called the Concourse. Essentially, if you're… Continue reading Worry is The Treadmill of Emotions 

What We Were Born To Remember

Being sober in a crowd of drunk people is a challenge I mostly try to avoid. Generally, this has absolutely nothing to do with judgements and much more to do with an innate feeling of  being unsafe. When people are out, they are loud balls of quivering energy that jump and bounce from one body… Continue reading What We Were Born To Remember

Colder Than Winter, Meaner Than Demons

  Hello everyone, Jen here. Once again, this week, I found myself where I didn't want to be. I was in bed with my childhood teddy bear and the weight of the chronic pain on top of me was making my very nerves shake. My cheek was pressed to the pillow, practically moulded to it,… Continue reading Colder Than Winter, Meaner Than Demons