I Really, Really (Really) Love to Write – and I think it’s time to put more of it out into the world

I’ve always been a writer, to some extent

It started when I was a kid.

My mom gave me a little purple notebook and told me to write for fun (she was always giving me nerdy little side quests and I think a lot of them made me who I am today)

Anyway, she told me to write little stories in that little purple book,

So I did.

I filled it.

And then another notebook.

And another.

And another.

I filled them with short stories, little worlds, characters that only existed in my mind.

Sometimes not even with stories, sometimes it was just an overflow of thoughts (probably not very insightful because I was like, 7 - but maybe I had an opinion on The Emperors New Groove or Brandy and Mr Whiskers, who knows)

And then came…

• Newsletters and lil one-page "newspapers" for my family.

• Short stories for Eisteddfods.

• Essays on my various hyperfixations, just for just

• Poems that I never showed anyone but kept just for me.

• A blog when I was 16 (which was painfully angsty, and we don’t talk about that, lol)

• I even dabbled in fanfiction (we don’t talk about my Wattpad or Tumblr eras)

And eventually, a few years ago (like, 2023), I decided to start a blog about motorsport.

At first, it was just for me - a space to talk about something I love, and hopefully find my place in the world of racing. 

But each year, I grew it a little more.

Each year, I got better.

Each year, writing became even more a part of me.

And then?

I made it my career.

When I finished university, I became a copywriter.

At first, I didn’t even fully realize that I could get paid to write.

To craft words that tell stories, sell ideas, make people feel something.

And even though I work across marketing as a whole now, copywriting is still the heart of what I do.

Because it’s not just a job.

It’s what I’ve always done.

It’s what I’ve always loved.

It’s the thing that has stayed constant, no matter what else has changed.

And lately, I’ve been thinking…

Why limit myself?

Motorsport is still my first love – but I want to write about more

For a while, my writing has been centered around motorsport.

And I love it.

The strategy, the rivalries, the way seconds can change everything.

I love breaking it down, analyzing it, making it feel accessible to people who are just getting into it.

But the more I write, the more I realize – there’s so much more I want to say.

I want to ramble about…

• Books that have stayed with me long after I turned the last page.

• How we experience the world through nostalgia, pop culture, and the internet.

• The way we all feel like we’re falling behind, even when we’re not.

• The psychology of why we think the way we do, why we buy the things we buy, why we attach so much meaning to the things we love.

And anything else my strange little brain conjures up along the way. 

I still love writing about F1.

And motorsport. 

But I don’t just want to write about one thing.

Because writing has always been about exploration.

And I think it’s time to explore more.

The Fear of Sharing (and why I’m doing it anyway)

I’ve been writing my whole life, if I think about it.

But putting my words out there, especially when it’s personal, especially when it’s not neatly packaged into a niche… still scares me.

Because what if it’s not good enough?

What if nobody cares?

What if it’s just shouting into the void?

But then I remember: I started writing just for me.

And maybe that’s reason enough to keep going.

Not because of engagement.

Not because of reach.

Not because it “fits” into a specific space.

But because I love it.

And because I believe that the best writing isn’t just about being useful.

It’s about being real.

What’s Next? (honestly, I don’t know, but that’s the fun part)

I don’t have a perfect plan.

I don’t know exactly where this will go.

But I know this…

I want to write more.

I want to share more.

I want to stop hesitating and just put my words into the world, unapologetically.

Because writing has always been mine.

And maybe, just maybe –

It’s time to let it belong to others, too :)