When I was younger, disappointment in love would undoubtedly be followed by some type of physical makeover.
I would cut my hair or change its colour. Piercings or tattoos would be considered. New clothes would be bought. Gym memberships would be signed. It was a good strategy. Changing the outside, in whatever way, can be good to heal the inside.
This last doomed romance, while beautiful and then painful did not last long enough to make a very deep cut. A makeover, I rationalized, the morning after was not going to achieve anything. Besides, I am perfectly happy with the way I look. After no contemplation at all, I knew that this time, this disappointment had to followed by something that was going to make me happy.
And, well, writing makes me happy.
Writing stuff that people read? Even happier.
Through a new friend I discovered Running In Heels.; a Pan-European cultural online magazine for women. I quickly sent off an email to the editor-in-chief admitting that I do not wear heels because oh haven’t you heard? Flats are the new stilettos. But regardless of that, I’d still love to contribute.
Fast forward, 35 days later and here we are.
My first two articles are up. I even have my very, own ‘author‘ page. Yip! There is writing out there in the world for people to read with my ACTUAL name on it.
Cool, right?
If you’re so inclined, you can click on the links below to read my first articles.
