I really am a writer. I am a kick-arse freelance writer based in Melbourne, Australia – working on my skill every single day and for the most part making a decent living of it. Yet a dozen times a day I feel myself justifying that simple sentence…
I am a writer.
To myself, no less. This is silly I know, in a day and age where an independent woman should be riding high on success and basking in self-esteem if she’s living her dream. But not me.
Soooooo….I have decided to change.
I have decided to start believing the hype…I shall, from here on in, start to think of myself in a different light; maybe in a great big fuck-off spotlight with red and green cello lenses and strobe powers!
No more second guessing for this little black fuck, I’m tired of the sound of my own whining inner voice 
That’s all folks!
