My name is Erin. I’m a freelance writer living in the tiny, bougainvillea-flecked suburb of Petrie Terrace in Brisbane, 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, especially because, 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 witty, laugh-out-loud essays, vivid anecdotes, and blunt wisdom about lives that either I will never live, am mostly living, or aspire to live.
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 article’s writer.
This is why I’ve decided to join them; these words on the internet. Because I like the way that these words make me feel, and I like that I can create this feeling with my own words, too. I realise that my writing doesn’t have to change the world; it doesn’t have to be spellbinding or rich in wisdom, but it can change one person, and that person is me. I don’t have to write about politics, 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 my writing can do is help me to 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 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.