Wherever you are on your book writing adventure, you’ll find what you need here…
What to do if you’re just starting out on your Author Adventure: planning, preparation, and dealing with your Inner Dickhead
When someone has an idea for a book, it’s very personal to them. It’s important to them on their individual level.
And that is enough.
BUT. That can also stop people from putting their ideas out there in book form, because they think, “Oh well, who would be interested in my little book? In my ideas? They’re important to ME, but why would anyone else care?”
What do you need in order to write? It’ll probably be different from what I need. And it might vary from day to day. That’s fine.
Finding out is useful though.
Maybe one of those things is someone to help you get started and show you that you can, in fact, write the book you’ve always wanted to write.
Sophie Lee's book "Beyond Palatable" officially launches in March with a big bash in London but a few days before that she’s running an online marathon called Unapologetic Voices.
Monday, March 2, 2026.
It’s free to attend, there are 35+ incredible speakers — I’m one of them — and I thoroughly recommend you sign up and bookmark the speakers you want to hear.
I’m in Oxford right now, the city of dreaming spires, where so many books have been created… mostly by men.
Today, though, I’m talking to a woman whose book is coming out in May.
Samantha Harman is hosting The Gathering and she’s making the topic of her book, Just Get Dressed, the star of the show.
At Higher Voltage in London a couple of weeks ago, I heard Teresa Heath-Wareing speak on the current landscape for entrepreneurs and small business owners.
She had a lot of truths to drop and a lot of optimism to offer.
It’d be easy to think the future looks bleak...
Aaaaaaand January is a wrap!
My good friend Yinka sent her Mighty Movers email (exclusive to those of us who’ve been fortunate to work with her) and it inspired me to start this monthly missive.
I don’t write enough about the incredible things my clients (e.g. Sophie Lee, Samantha Harman and Yinka Ewuola) are doing, and the amazing ways I get to help them.
How many questions is too many questions? This is not rhetorical — I actually need to know, because getting it wrong has painful consequences.
In conversation, we’re supposed to ask questions. We’re supposed to be interested in other people. I know this because I’ve been told many, many times over the years.
You may have heard Laurel Thatcher Ulrich’s quote that “well-behaved women seldom make history” — it’s on mugs and t-shirts and inspirational Instagram posts often.
Perhaps you don’t know, though, that Ulrich was referencing the fact that “good wives” in Puritan towns were never involved in court cases, so their names only survived on gravestones, in family bibles, and possibly in wills.
Coroner’s report stated the cause of death was puffy sleeves underneath a tight cardigan.
My mother made me wear it aged approximately four years, on our summer holiday in Betws-y-Coed. She paired this horror with slippy sandals for picnicking and messing around by the river, thus ensuring my inability to leap from rock to rock like the gazelle I clearly was.
You say “hack” — I see a hatchet covered in gore and Jack Nicholson’s blood-streaked face grinning through a splintered door.
HERE’S YOUR SHORTCUTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!! he screams.
Run. RUN AWAY.
The shortcut looks so tempting.
A weird thing happens when people start to write, and I’m pretty sure it’s one of the reasons people stop writing shortly thereafter.
We adopt a voice that we think we ought to have.
Everyone does it.
At first, it’s because we’re scared. We think we’re not good enough to write, that nobody will like our work, that we won’t impress.
Post-show blues is a real thing. It’s happened to me many, many times. After a great trapeze performance, after my comedy set in Bristol before Christmas, after I handed in my Masters dissertation.
A bit like Boxing Day used to feel before I realised Boxing Day is one of the BEST days of Christmas.
We do the thing, then… silence.
Flaaaaaaarp. Like a let-down balloon.
