I used to be a writer by the ocean (the North Atlantic Ocean), that much is true, but as a starving writer I had to abandon my writing haven (temporarily as I am on good terms with the landlady) for the time being as I couldn’t afford the rent. Yes, I survive on bowls of ramen, chocolate cookies, spaghetti aglio e olio, marmite or peanut butter on toast, and mugs of corn chowder. Occasionally I will treat myself to a buttery croissant and a bag of Cheetos when I have finished writing a few chapters or character profiles, or a Godiva bar if they are on special at the drugstore.

Sometimes as a writer you need to just write and let it flow; forget about characters, plots, and which tense you should be using. Here are my meandering musings on the life of a starving but unwavering writer. I yearn for the ocean air and to have my inspirational playlists on repeat while I work; the ocean beckons me back, soon, very soon…maybe my book will sell and I can build my own beach hut with an ocean view of my choice? As Mulder says, “I want to believe…”

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