Hello!

My name is Erin. I’m a freelance writer living in the lush wine region of McLaren Vale, South Australia, with my boyfriend and the idea of one day owning a Cocker Spaniel. My favourite hobby is trying to figure out what my favourite hobbies are.

At first, I wasn’t sure why I started this blog. As a mostly satisfied introvert, I don’t often go out of my way to make my thoughts and feelings known to many people. And yet, here I am, sharing them on a platform that can reach many, many millions of people.

As I thought about it, I realised that I like how I feel when I read others’ words on the internet: the thoughtful essays, journals and newsletters written by people all over the world.

I find the same delight from these that I find in devouring a juicy novel, but with an added extra: these stories and their messages are offered deliciously for the taking in one fell swoop. Sometimes 5 minutes is all I need. I can in one sitting read impassioned articles about current affairs, where savvy writers wield their pens like weapons, and in another I can read the words of a writer bemoaning their wearied wardrobe. These articles are each written with different intentions, telling different stories, but the same amount of words are needed to tell them, the same amount of room on the internet invites them, and someone can always benefit from them, even if that someone is the very one writing them.

I know I can create this feeling with my own words, too. So I’m giving myself a space and permission to write for the sake of doing something I enjoy. I’m learning to accept that my writing doesn’t have to be groundbreaking, and that I don’t have to write about anything in particular. I can write about how the sunset played on the Paddington hills, how I spoke for hours with my brother in the shade at a park, how I feel when my boyfriend and I are reading our books together in bed, the only sounds being turns of a page.

What I hope my writing may do (but of course, no pressure, Writing Gods) is to help me live my life courageously, by which I mean with intention, seeking out those experiences that I want, and noticing those that are already in front of me. Because it takes courage and determination, too, to realise that the smallest, ostensibly mundane moments of life are also some of the most magical.

If my writing can reach someone who isn’t me, if it can help you to feel a way that you like, then I’d love that also.

E. xx