I published my first book, Shatter Self-Limiting Beliefs, in 2014. It’s difficult for me to believe that a decade has passed since then. I began writing the book on my 29th birthday (15 September), and I published it six months later.
*ELAINE TELLS THE STORY* “And that’s a wrap,” yells the director. The cast and the crew applaud. We’re thrilled that we’ve wrapped up another successful project. Getting a behind-the-scenes look at how a movie comes together
Grant looked at the bill and inflated his cheeks before blowing out a long breath. “Wow. This place is so expensive.” I exhaled a silent sigh. The bill was $150. If we had gone out numerous times a month and he paid for dinner
“Oh, God, yes, right there,” I said, facing the bathroom wall before my face scraped it again. Jesus. I don’t even know his name. Ugh, who cares? It’s just for a few minutes to bang all the frustration out of me. It’s been a hell of a year
I’ve written around 32 short stories for this blog in 2023. Wow, I’m actually surprised it’s that much. I took about three months “off”, and I say that in quotation marks because I still published posts every Friday, but they were articles.
Most people use Sundays to relax, but I feel it’s the best day to hit the gym. It’s empty, so there are no meatheads flexing their muscles and bimbos taking pictures of their asses in the mirror. What could be better than that?
My bus arrived in Cape Town on time, but the new landlord hadn’t. That made me even more nervous after he hadn’t answered my call an hour earlier. He told me to call him before I arrived so that he could fetch me at the station.
I hated working late. It’s already happened several times that my boss asked me to double-check the driver-loading times, which I struggled to grasp for quite some time. That meant I had to work late every day for weeks to ensure
Maxine flailed her arms over the six colleagues sitting in front of me to get my attention to send her the Google analytics while my boss blew my eardrum over the phone, demanding I attend to Palion Inc’s account with urgency
The media, feminism and everyone who spoke against traditional roles lied to me. I thought I had it all figured out, but I was wrong. So here I am, as a 37-year-old woman looking for the love of my life and more, wondering where I went wrong.