This week, I was interviewed by the beautiful Emma Barfield on her podcast, Alchemise This, and we spoke about how to claim space. The author world is notoriously difficult to break into, and I’ve been very open about my own struggles on this journey. It’s hard for me to imagine that just a few months ago I pushed my author life into a metaphorical black hole, and claiming that back has been the on of the most gorgeous thing to happen this year.
You can listen here (or via any other podcast provider).
I’ve been sitting on this for a good few weeks now, and I’m so happy to finally be able to should it out: I’ve signed a new two-deal book contract with Lake Union Publishing!! Woohoo!!
When I say the last two months have been a whirlwind, that’s no understatement. I’d started writing Book 4 ages ago, and picked it up again in lockdown. I decided to write here and there, when I had time, with no pressure. The idea of getting a book contract was the last thing on my mind. Apart from when I’d map out my aspirations for the year, or think about what I’d like to eventually return to: a life of writing, yoga and fun! Alongside this, I saw a post from Vienda Maria on Instagram. A space had opened up in her diary for a 1:1 mentoring session. I decided to book it. One of the questions on her form was, what do I want for myself within the next 12 months. And as always, I answered that I’d love to get back into writing. That session was an amazing one where we barely touched on writing at all, until the very end of the session.
On of the big blocks for me to start writing again, was the decision over what to do with my agent. We hadn’t spoken for two years and I’d been feeling way out of alignment with the whole set up for some time. And I wasn’t allowed to feel that because he was one of THE top literary agents out there, in an agency that was as old as time with so many famous names on their books, I should count myself lucky to be among them. Vienda’s advice was to listen to my intuition and so I decided to reach out to him and just see what would come back.
Well, what came back was that he was no longer working at the agency. My agent had left over a year ago and I’d had no idea. And miraculously, at the same time I got a call from my old Editor at Lake Union. She wanted to know if I was working on anything new and, as luck would have it, I was. And she loved the idea. The space between my session with Vienda, contacting my now ex-agent and my old editor getting in touch was literally about three days. I’d taken some knocks along the road to with my writing career but what was worse, was I’d forgotten something truly fundamental for all areas of life:
The only person standing in the way of you getting what you want, is you!
When I really think of all those times I failed to tell people I was a writer during my hiatus, or when I’d tell myself I only wanted to write for me, for fun, I realise that what I was really doing was acting out of fear. If I told people I was a writer and they asked for my latest book, I’d have to tell them it was from three years ago, because I’d lost my confidence by not getting a contract and didn’t write again. And if when I told myself I’d write again but just for fun, it was because the fear of getting rejected again was so strong.
As soon as I got out of my own way and started facing up to my fears, the wheels started turning.
We all have dreams. Things we wish we could do, if only…if only we were given the chance, could get time off work, could move somewhere new. And it’s really worth stopping and asking yourself, whether it’s the world standing in your way, or if it’s actually you.
Grab yourself a mentor or coach, buy some online courses or whatever else you need to do to start working through your fears and start getting yourself on track.
The life you’re dreaming of is right there, waiting for you to claim it.
August, 2016. I’m in Bielefeld, central Germany, having found the perfect writing place – a gorgeous little cafe with amazing food, creamy coffee and plenty of sunshine streaming through the window. My mood is good, and I’ve got the entire day in front of me to do nothing but write. The words should be flowing through my fingers with ease but instead, I spend an entire day staring at a blank screen. I write an email to my agent, telling him I need to take a break. Get some distance from the storyline, potentially change it even.
They say you should write what you know. But I knew nothing about mental illness. I’d never experienced it, nor lived with anyone with any kind of mental illness to speak of and yet, I’d chosen to write a book about Bipolar disorder. At that time in my life, everything was golden. How could I possibly put myself in the shoes of someone dealing with a shift in their mental health? Call it life imitating art, or maybe art imitating life, but two months later, the languid ease of carefree nomadic life came to a screeching halt when my partner burnt out. Suddenly, days were no longer about exploring the world and cramming as much fun in as possible. They were about survival. Navigating panic attacks, depression and isolation. Feeling utterly helpless while still trying to hold a life together. Even in the midst of all he was going through, Simon had gifted me membership at our local yoga studio with the words, “you can’t break too”. Yoga became my lifeline, giving me time to reflect and process everything that was happening. I read all the books I could about burnout and the associated extras like depression and anxiety, and somewhere along the line came the thought:
‘Holy shit. Wasn’t this exactly what you’d been struggling to articulate in words just a few months ago?’
Three months later, the book was finished and sent off to my agent. At the same time, I’d decided to go back to India for another yoga teacher training. Something had shifted after realising just how important my practice was for me, and Simon was on the road to recovery. My book wasn’t contracted, so I decided to self-publish What Goes Down and after uploading it to Kindle, I felt nothing short of relief. It had been an incredibly tough book to write with all that was going on. To celebrate, Simon bought me a bottle of champagne and we gladly toasted the end of the chapter.
I flew to India that very same week. It was time for the next phase of life…
Being back in India with 6 weeks stretched out ahead of me was pure tonic. Waking at 5:30am every day, practicing yoga, breath-work and meditation for 4 hours a day, immersing myself in philosophy and being in bed by 9pm replenished my soul. I was in daily contact with Simon, who’d just started a carpentry apprenticeship and while I wished he could’ve been there with me, I knew it was something I had to do by myself. I needed to be broken apart so I could put myself back together again. For the first time, I opened myself up to Kundalini and energy work, and something shifted. Being in a group of inspiring women every single day made me realise that I’d been craving female sisterhood. And, was capable of so much more than I gave myself credit for. In one class, I managed a drop-back (this is when you arch backwards from standing until your hands touch the floor behind you). I was utterly terrified, but I did it. And I realised that I was strong, not just physically but mentally and emotionally too. I went back to Germany feeling grounded and stable and ready to teach.
I’d already experienced during my first teacher training that doing so much inner and spiritual work had somehow heightened my senses when I’d had a vision of Simon who was in Nepal at the time. I’d had the feeling he was in trouble and it turned out he’d almost died while wandering around the in the mountainous forest (oh, how exciting we were back then). So when I came back from India this time, I felt open, like a walking antennae. It was a crisp November day and as I was walking home from work, I had the vision of Christmas being a few weeks away and how someone always died at Christmas time. My grandad came clearly into my mind and I pushed the thought away because he was the healthiest man I knew. A couple of weeks later, he was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer and my heart broke.
For the next two years, life was all about yoga and rooting myself in spirituality. There was just so much to learn and experience, that there was little time for anything else. I didn’t look at What Goes Down at all. No checking for stats on Amazon, or checking for reviews. It was as if the act of publishing it had pushed it from my being in a way that was so total, it barely existed for me. I read no fiction and had zero desire to write. Honestly, it all seemed a bit trivial to write about love. Summer 2019 saw me backwards and forwards to England. My grandad was getting worse and I knew I only had one more chance to see him. He was in so much pain, barely able to speak. I laid on the bed with him, hugging him and letting him know he could go if he needed to. He died less than a week later and the next day, I was at a pre-planned yoga festival being surrounded by so much love. It didn’t feel so trivial then. It felt like the most important thing in the world. Within 6 weeks, I lost my other Grandad to prostate cancer and had to wonder if the universe was playing some kind of cosmic joke. What kept me stable, apart from Simon, was my practice of yoga and self-development. It helped so much to understand that it was okay to feel everything I was feeling, to use it to make my life really and truly count.
I’d gotten a job in the cafe where I used to sit and write, and lived the stereotypical life of yoga teacher and barista. And it was perfect. I love nothing more than providing space for my students to just let their shit go, to step out of their lives and whatever is going on, and give themselves uninterrupted time to be with themselves. To find their inner power. I started running workshops and retreats and when anyone asked what I did, I’d tell them I teach yoga. I might have sometimes mentioned that I used to write, but was on hiatus. For how long? Who knew. What I did know, was that yoga and self-development were enriching my life in ways I really never thought possible. I was meeting the most amazing people and doing something that helped others while helping me at the same time. I had no time to write.
And yet, my mind kept on returning to the story of two women, torn apart by a man, who never see each other again. In rare moments, I’d sit and think about them, creating Pinterest boards and playlists. My heart was starting to yearn for that creation of another world, to birth new people into being. But I couldn’t see how to marry my love of writing with my love of yoga and besides, What Goes Down hadn’t been picked up. It was a book that had taken so much for me to write but compared to my other two bestsellers, it was nowhere near as successful. I’d been scarred. And I was scared. 2020 was supposed to be a year full of yoga retreats and workshops, and then came Covid.
No more workshops and retreats. No more cafe. And a whole lot of time.
The one copy of What Goes Down that I had in paperback stared at me from my bookshelf. I slid it out, ran my fingers across the cover, and opened the book. Was it any good? Could I really go back to writing? To pour my heart and soul into another project? I delved into Seph’s world again and realised, without any ego, that I am a good writer. Really good, in fact. And maybe What Goes Down was my equivalent of a dodgy third album as far as big publishers were concerned, but for me, it’s my best book. It’s the rawest, the deepest, the most real. I was bolstered by reading my writing. I could do it again and if my yoga and self-development journey had taught me anything – if losing my granddads had taught me anything – it was that love is as important a topic as any. Love is the thing – it’s what we’re here for. When asked for my opinion on the meaning of life, my response was and always will be, love. And so I sat down and tentatively started the story of Ivy and Jess, the two women torn apart by love.
We’re always taught to keep things separate. To fit in specified boxes according to gender, sexuality, career. But we’re multi-dimensional beings and constraining ourselves in this way leads to so much suffering. Being able to step back into my other life of writing makes my other life of empowering women through yoga and self-development feel so much more rooted. It’s empowering to finally be able to be, me. To embrace every faucet and passion and skill.
It’s been a long, long time coming, but I am super stoked to share the cover for What Goes Down AND even more so to announce that it’ll be out on 28th September! 🎉 You can PRE-ORDER your copy here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0755ZZQTY…
I’m also sending out Advance Review Copies (ARC’s) in the next few days. If you’re a blogger and can leave a review on Amazon and/or Goodreads, get in touch!
Seph Powell has all she ever wanted: a close family, loving boyfriend and her dream career. A gifted artist with a highly anticipated exhibition just weeks away, her life seems to be perfect. Until a man she’s never met claims to be her real father.
Laurel and Tony Powell are devoted parents. Having worked hard to provide everything for their daughter, they’ve created an enviable, picture-perfect family. Until Laurel’s ex-boyfriend, Nico, comes back into their lives.
In the summer of 1987, Nico stole Laurel’s heart with promises of adventure and excitement. But when he disappeared without trace, he left her as a single, teenaged parent. Now, twenty-five years later, he’s back and keen to meet the daughter he left behind.
But Nico’s sudden reappearance shows that nothing is quite as it first seems. And as long hidden truths are exposed, everything Seph thought she knew about her life begins to unravel.
COMING 28TH SEPTEMBER 2017. Pre-order your copy now!
There are certain milestones in publishing, and this is one of them! I’m super stoked to share the blurb for Book Three: What Goes Down. I’m soon excited about this one and would love to hear what y’all think!
Still no info as to a release date just yet, but you’ll be the first to know when I do!