G’day, mates. I’m Nichola, an Australian lady who lives in Barcelona and writes. I moved here during the pandemic … so that was fun.
When I was eight, I wrote a story about three pegs who jumped off the clothesline to explore the world. My teacher, Mr Morgan, said it was the best story written by a Grade Three child he’d ever read. I’ve been riding on the coattails of those pegs ever since.
I’m a non-best-selling author of one book, With the Music. It’s actually a really good book. I just didn’t market it properly cos marketing is boring…
We’ve all copped it at some point — personal questions that are nosy, rude and even hurtful. It’s great to be curious about someone, but why do people think asking such impertinent questions is okay?
Why ask questions that are none of your damn business? Did your social filter fall off into the toilet?
Normally I keep a stash of canned responses memorized, all of them along the lines of politely saying “fuck off”. But then, I had the idea to provide written answers to all the questions I’m tired of being asked. That way I can simply direct people…
I’m an opinionated person. If someone says something I disagree with, I get red-faced, splutter, and dismiss their words as bullshit. I tend to approach life with a “yes” or “no” attitude, even though I know things are far more nuanced than that. So I’m coming out of my echo chamber. It’s uncomfortable but totally worth it.
An echo chamber is an environment where you’re only exposed to opinions and beliefs similar to your own. An epistemic bubble is a structure where other voices are left out and not heard. The difference between the two, I think, is that you’re…
The sky was heavy with something that wasn’t rain. It seemed to Sally that it was pressing onto the fields below so that they looked like they’d been ironed.
She and Johnny huddled outside the dilapidated house, a grey structure in the middle of grey fields. Sally looked and listened for something, anything, but there was nothing aside from the distant hum that had started when everyone disappeared.
Since that day, Sally felt as though tiny fingers were pinching hold of her windpipe. If she thought about it too much, they’d pinch harder until she choked. …
Everyone knows it’s good to be fit, that it’s one of the best ways to boost your physical and mental health. Everyone wants to be fit, to look and feel good. However, the motivation to do what it takes to get fit always eluded me.
Sitting around was one of my favorite things to do. You could say it was my hobby. Also, I was lucky to have been blessed with pretty good health. So taking the steps to get fit seemed like too much effort to care about. …
I’m warm here, floating in my velvety domain. You’re by my side. But this is my universe. Even though you think it’s yours.
I sense you, always there, a part of me. But separate, able to complete and to encroach and to detract.
It’s a decision before it’s a decision. I kick and you fly far, shrivel, disappear. It was easy to make you go away. You can’t have been fully formed like me.
And so I inherit the universe. It’s all mine. Except for a crack.
When my mother cries it’s for you. She still loves you, and it’s…
Clawed my way out of my pad
Like I was an alien soul removing itself from its mother
The endless sidewalk
To the city, where the bread-stashers got their gigs
Slaving for picket-fenced mediocrity
Or to the coffee house
Where all the gone daddys hang
Razzle dazzle daz
Then I eyeball it
Right there on the crazy ground
A five-dollar bill
I remain anti-frantic, pocket the dough
Ain’t afraid of your suburban hand-sanitizered life
Ain’t swallowed up by the ring-a-ding doom of your nightly news
Life is a drag, pops
Stopping all stations to squaresville
Bread-stashing all the way to bonesville
But today I’m jazzed
Take out my deck of Luckies, put on my shades
To the coffee house
When you think about the regular things parents teach their children — be kind, work for what you want, don’t lie — they’re all pretty admirable. But what about the smaller things, the nuances and quirks particular to each family? Some strange family habits mean a child learns equally valuable life lessons, helping them become a unique but well-rounded adult. Something as small as eating spicy food translates into the more valuable life skill of not being afraid to try new things.
That’s why I’m grateful for every one of the weird things my parents taught me, even if some…
Update on how I’m doing after almost 3 months on Medium
I now write at least one story a week — a minimum of 500 words but usually well over. Sunday is my publication day.
I read about these people churning out one or two articles a day. I’d love to write that much, exploring different topics, improving my writing and getting faster with practice. But I don’t have the time or the capacity to sit in front of a screen that long, on top of my 40-hour a week job which also involves writing. Plus my other commitments. …