Nothing could eloquently express the accurate feeling of depress when PCOS plays practical jokes and a missed period is just a hoax. When my ovaries hold stories untold and holds the ova hostage cancelling the postage. Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome unwelcome in my home yet frequently at my door knocks and in my face rudely mocks.…

I am a womanPerhaps not your cuppa teaBut I am unapologetically me I am a womanI always strive to be my bestBut some days are worse than the rest I am a womanConfidence and insecurity battle withinAnd every day, one of them win I am a womanNo fruit of my wombBut hopes and dreams not…

PART 2: Starting your novel by selling your main character If you are able to describe unique details about your character, it already allows the reader to picture the character, allowing your reader to relate, and even be attracted to your character in one way or the other. Picture yourself reading a novel and you…

PART 1: Starting your novel with confliction/a problem I recently posted a video on my Facebook page, encouraging people to write their stories, because it can be helpful to someone. I was asked a question that motivated me to write this blog. The question was, “Where do I start?” The answer to that question is…

Wanne gan jy ‘n baby het? Daai woorde maak my net upset! Ja ek wil ‘n baby hê Ma hulle sal mak, dat ek hulle insê! Hulle wietie ees waarmee ek sukkel Van my ovaries wati wil wikkel Van my hormone wat all over is Wat maak dat ek my period mis. Hulle wietie ees…

When I try to explain why I believe in God I have it in my head, but it’s so hard Easy to give a verse or a track card, But the unbeliever’s heart, is too on guard. I can only explain what He has done for me Who I was, how He set me free…

I like conversations that are… uncomfortable. Long rides in the car Speaking about the past We learn… and heal fast. People ask… how are you The question, shallow and untrue Trust you are well… so they can ask The favour they want… it was a mask. Ask me questions, let me ask you My soul…

Askies antie My ma vra vi bietjie suiker Ek heti.. ma kantie Is die antie veel ryker Askies antie Vra die laaitie bydi shop Het antie nie ‘n randti? Want sy ma koep liewer dop Askies antie Het antie nie ‘n stukkie broodi? Antie se mag het nogi gebrandti En boeta se hongerte wil neti…

Today, is just one of those days Heavy in so many ways. Thoughts are everywhere, Into the abyss I stare. No explanation, No sensation. Emotional for no reason, Perhaps it’s just the season. All the feelings of despair Seems to layer without care. Not wanting to talk Not wanting to walk Just lay in bed…