Owning ‘ordinary’

The best subject to write about is the one you are closest to.

Sitting at my desk at work (*yawn*), feeling numb after a day of content reorganising, I realised I didn’t know the first thing about starting a book. What do I even write about?

Ever since high school I’ve been fixated on the idea that, being an* old soul, wise beyond my years, an autobiographical slash self-help novel would be just the ticket. But then Aunty Doubt came knocking and I wondered… ‘Yeah wow, why would anyone care about the musings of a nobody?‘. I don’t have any significant, out of the ordinary tale to tell that would entice anyone to pick up my book. So then I thought damn, back to the drawing board.

But not really. In my dazed state I’ve been staring on and off at some pretty spot-on words of wisdom stuck behind my monitor over a year ago. Words any aspiring author/editor should live by – to write without fear, and edit without mercy.


I decided to throw caution to the wind and choose to write about something I’m comfortable exploring over the next several months. Working title: Growing up ordinary.

* Fixed to ‘an’. Showed too much mercy when I hit publish.

I think I want to be an author

I’ve often thought about it. I mean, if every Sally, Mary and Jane can be an author these days, why can’t I?

Editing text is something enjoy. I get far too much pleasure out of correcting poor wording or grammar, more than I’m comfortable admitting. But there’s something exciting about writing, especially putting yourself at the mercy of someone else’s criticism.

(Side-note: pretty funny how you can go from 0 to 60 in a matter of days i.e. from discovering a passion for content to declaring an ambition to become an author).

It’s daunting. It’s anxiety-inducing. Will they like it? Won’t they? It’s exactly this struggle that has prevented me from doing something I said I would do over 7 years ago.

It might takes years. *Correction* It will take years. Mainly because I’ll be editing it constantly, even as I write, as that’s just how this old girl is wired.

But I’m willing to make the commitment, in this very public space, to write a book. Once it’s out there, you can’t take it back, right?

Check out this great post about commitment versus self-doubt in writing, by author Jami Gold.

Writing and… stuff.

It’s not every day that you find something you are truly passionate about.

Ever since I was a precocious pre-teen writing in my lockable diary (that didn’t keep anyone out mind you, much to my chagrin), I’ve enjoyed the practice of writing down my thoughts. Not so much a stream of consciousness style of writing, but carefully considered writing where I turned each word, each sentence over and over in my mind until I was happy with how it sounded.

It only took about ten years, but I’ve finally transitioned that practice into a digital space. Set up in response to a task set for me at the commencement of three painful years of study (which after my undergraduate course I had said I would never do to myself again), this blog is intended to solidify a passion for writing and editing web content.

It’s a passion I didn’t know I had, until it slapped me in the face while changing jobs a few years ago – as the job listing fell into the category of ‘stuff I’m generally good at and can probably make a living from’, I of course did not hesitate to apply. One thing lead to another and now here I am, a content editor slash communications coordinator, skilled at making underwhelming copy sound good.

I can honestly say it has been liberating finding something I am passionate about. It makes you feel a sense of self-assurance you never thought possible, giving you an identity you can develop as little or as much as you want. Which brings me back to the purpose of this blog. It’s a response to a creative assignment, yes, but I intend for it to also live on as a tool I will use to share new ideas, works and opinions long after the assignment has been graded.

You know, to make the effort worth it and whatnot.