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If this whole thing has taught me anything, it's how selfish MOST of us are. People are dying all over the world because of war, sickness, and poverty; children are homeless in Haiti without even an inch of love, but because it doesn't directly affect us, we don't care. "Suck to be them," right?
No, instead, we criticise. We shame the mother's who fled their countries to do anything it took to save their children. "Damn foreigners coming here to steal our jobs." We condemned the boy who grew up homeless in Pakistan. Who, between the bleeding and fighting, was reading and writing, got himself into a fancy university, and is now your surgeon. "Why can't we hire doctors in our own country?"
Covid-19 is NOT worse than Ww2. The two are not comparable. Don't twist my words, however. Saying this does not negate how uncertain and terrible this time is.
I'm happy that we are taking the measures necessary to keep each other safe, but please be kind. Support your neighbour, help that friend, and when this is all over, think of the rest of the world, too. Don't be so quick to judge.
...Because someday, the person needing help, or just some caring, will be you. That's why I care.
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Friends and foes, the time has come to kill an image of myself that should have died a long time ago.
We all have a version of ourselves that exists only in our minds.
You wake up in the mornings, find yourself in a conversation, face to face with someone less than perfect. Who would choose me first? I can't write a book. I can't learn how to play that instrument. I'm too ordinary to do extraordinary things.
But that is not my story.
I realised that, for a long time, part of me was still stuck in the mind and body of that sixteen-year-old girl with no friends.
Here is what I did to combat that:
1) I had patience in my ideas.
I found an idea that I was genuinely passionate about, did the reasearch, and spent years working on it. I didn't give up on the first hurdle. I spent nights combing through texts about WW2 Germany, and I became a spectator in real life people's upside-down worlds. I cried for their losses and cheered for their triumphs. Those people deserve their stories to be heard. There are so many lessons we still haven't learned.
2) I realised that my life is fleeting, and I didn't want to spend it living in other people's worlds and being a victim of their doctrine. That's why I'm not afraid to be prideful, and I pity anyone who misinterprets that for arrogance. I spent too much time doubting, underestimating, and ridiculing myself. It's time I give myself the same credit I give to everyone else. I will speak up for what I believe in front of large groups of people without wondering if I belong there. I will perfect my radio presence. I will write guest blogs for every website I can find. I will promote my writing, and I won't apologize for it.
3) I HAVE friends, and they are extraordinary, even if most of them do live on the other side of the world.
4) My main characters are special—specifically Josef. Above anything else, he is dazzling and original: bold, brave, daring, real, and a wonderful character I can't wait to share with the world. But in my eyes, he represents a version of me - the sixteen-year-old me with no friends. I learned that there were parts of her that were beautiful, but I was too scared to let them show. Josef has taught me many things, but the main thing I have learned is never to let the naysayers stand guard on my life. It's MY life, not yours. He taught me to keep doodling and to never get too comfortable being a version of me someone else created in their minds.
That got a lot more intense than I had initially planned. It's supposed to be a fun blog, damnit! Not a blog you think about at 3 am.
This is what happens when the gym's closed.
I am also collaborating with the wonderful Henry Hyde to work on the book trailer for The Boy Who Saw In Colours, and I wanted to share a little bit of storyboarding with you. Keep those eyes open and make sure you're following me on Twitter and Facebook for sneak peeks. I can't wait for you to see it.
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Since Cornavirus has hit its peak here in the UK, people are staying in, locking doors, and blessing themselves with hand sanitizer, so I thought now was a good time for me to give my two cents on the matter.
As many of you already know, I sadly had to postpone my book launch due to Coronavirus concerns. I don't want to be the author that gives someone the virus for venturing out to celebrate with me. Despite hoping that we have a solution by April, I simply cannot take the risk. The new date has been arranged for May 8th, which works beautifully, as it was the date in which WW2 ended in Europe. I can see the marketing now. Just beautiful.
I don't want this post to be all doom and gloom, like many posts I have seen on the wonderful web. I want this blog to be a place where you can come to escape all the negativity the world is forcing upon us.
Reason to smile number one.
A baby infected with the virus has the all-clear to leave the hospital and is recovering. Please share this post to combat all the negative ones filling our timelines. These journalists are trying to find hope.
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Picture is not mine, but courtesy of Pinterest.
Reason to smile number two.
Mr. Chang is a well-known figure in my home town of Derry for many reasons, but he is especially good at keeping our spirits up during this insane time. Just...look. Check this raving maniac out on Facebook here.
⭐️⭐️ "CUSTOMER NOTICE⭐️⭐️
When you use Ricebowl App for A ‘contactless Delivery Option !’
You are Not suppose to Open the door & say to the driver:-
“ What’s Happening Mucker? 1st Class service Mucker!”
Your delivery will be left outside."
Picture belongs to RiceBowl
Reason to smile number three.
The poor soul went to the doctors the other day, and on the way out, she used some hand sanitizer. Only, she forgot herself and blessed herself with it. That's one way to keep the virus away.
In all seriousness, keep safe, look after each other, and if you have any funny stories of your own, share them below.
Oh, and remember to... wash your hands.
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With the release of my debut novel (baby) rapidly approaching, I decided to let everyone into a little part of my mind. A scary place, guys!
The written word helps me express my feelings in a way the spoken word cannot. The version of me that exists in between the lines of my book is the truest version of me, one that I find hard to let out in day-to-day life, and one that very few people see.
Why did I choose to write The Boy Who Saw In Colours?
The answer to this question has many answers, but here are a few points.
I remember being a teenager in 2013, and as many schools do, they taught us about WW2. Me being me, I decided to do further research, and I was shocked to learn that there were many people with stories that the history books don't teach you. Stories keep the world revolving, and it didn't seem fair to me that some people's stories were forgotten, so I decided to write. Through the eyes of my characters, I've written many stories -- that of my friends, my family, and many from myself.
The second realisation was also a bit of a fluke. I noticed myself writing in a very lyrical and off-beat descriptive prose, describing the taste of music and the colour of sadness. I thought I was going mad.
Absolutely. Raving. Mad.
A quick google search confirmed that I was writing about synesthesia, and that's the moment I fell in love with Josef and the story. From then on, I knew my story was unique, and I had to share it.
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