Digital writing is essentially writing for entertainment and/or consumption on a digital space.

I know, from experience, that using social media as a writer can be a double-edged sword.

In calling myself a writer, it puts across this idea that being a writer and writing is all that I am — and without it I am nothing.

I also get the impression that people don't like to read blogs because they are written by ‘random people’...

Every time you complete task, edit a task, or reach a daily goal (which you can set yourself), you get to certain amount of points.

It came as a shock to me to realise that people who aren't writers per se, aren't  used to writing high volumes in one sitting...

As my interest in — and use — of voice-to-text dictation has increased, I have used it more and more across my various types of writing.

Being a writer means being creative, and being creative means that there is — more or less — a constant stream of ideas...

This could be striving to achieve academically, this could be becoming a published author, it could be buying a house and raising a family.

I have made it through the first year of university, so therefore I should be feeling quite confident about going into my second year of...

I'm only just starting to consider what writing this post and writing comedy might actually say about me... Recently, I have began to...

I have found that I struggle to read at the same time as writing (not literally, of course, because it is impossible to do the two...

Having said that, money can give you opportunity. Think of it being like ‘it's not what you know, it's who you know’.

To have that catharsis on a regular basis, not only does that help maintain introspection, but also help us improve as people.

Anybody who knows me, knows that I'm a fan of being organised, and making the most of my time.

You might be thinking, if I've already made a plan then why do I have to make more plans?!

It is worth noting that I have been to Germany twice in my life.

The first thing is, focus on writing shorter pieces. A bit like I am now, with writing this blog.

When I looked at you, you burst into flame. As the flame burnt, you did not scream. Instead you outstretched your hand; our hands...

"Are you a writer?" he asked, a smile on his lips. He placed my assignment on the table, and pulled his chair under the desk. "I am...