Several weeks ago, shortly after my Northern Fever blog sprouted an offshoot in the shape of a podcast, I paused everything to focus on repairing my broken nervous system. For the first time in my life, I met myself with relatively little resistance, despite the long-standing fear that, if I wasn’t creating, I was an… Continue reading Fortress Festival 2026 – A Blazingly Memorable Experience
Tag: Autism
Hope Returned In The Most Unexpected Way
Something happened yesterday which unexpectedly freed me of the hopelessness that's hitched a ride for much of the past decade - my landlord raised the rent. I refuse to pay the new amount, so I need to find a new place to live by mid-April. I never wanted to live where I'm based now, heck,… Continue reading Hope Returned In The Most Unexpected Way
An Uncomfortable Age
It is my birthday today. I'm thirty-nine. It's an uncomfortable age, an age I've been feeling embarrassed about turning, which is, I know, utterly ludicrous and tragic. On Facebook, I made it so that only I can see my birthdate. It wasn't because of my age, though, but because of messages that come through from… Continue reading An Uncomfortable Age
The Neurodivergent Creative
Well hi. It's been a little while. I was going to skulk back in here with a quirky (?) post about self-anthropology, having lifted the idea from the book Tiny Experiments by Anne-Laure Le Cnuff. In an attempt to 'self-renew,' the reader is invited to 'play a game of self-anthropology', which essentially means making 'field… Continue reading The Neurodivergent Creative
Burnout
On the 1st of February, I woke up feeling like I was coming down with flu. Frustrated, I took to my bed for the best part of a week. I slept and wrote when I had the energy. In one of my journal entries, I noted: It's been a relief to slow down, to know… Continue reading Burnout
My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 5 – Moose Tooth
A few years ago, a friend messaged me on Facebook that someone on the site was selling 700 Swedish moose teeth. There wasn't a set price - they were looking for offers - and I think I put forward £120 or something like that. I didn't know exactly what I'd do with hundreds of teeth,… Continue reading My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 5 – Moose Tooth
A Wyrd Of Her Own 