What’s Your Story?

We all have a story to tell … big, small, funny, heart-breaking, courageous … stories of our biggest achievements, most crushing blows, strangest encounters, of our families, friends, of the love we have found and lost, of survival … of who we really are.

We are life’s adventurers, discovering and exploring the magnificent fruits and wonders of the world every day, uncovering the buried treasure within with every breath we take. Even if you think nothing special has ever happened to you; you’re wrong.

Your story is unique …

I’m Hayley, by the way. Come in. Pull up a chair. Take off your shoes. There’s tea in the pot.

I’m a ghostwriter and creative writing teacher working to fill the world with stories of real people: the struggles and triumphs, achievements and catastrophes, the smallest, most private, cherished moments and those that explode for the whole world to see.

I’m glad you’ve come because I have so much to share … about me, about you, but most of all about these stories: how we can tell them honestly … healing, growing and knowing that others are benefitting from our shared voices. Because telling our truths is sending a gift of hope into the world.

I write two blog posts per week. One focuses on an aspect of writing, storytelling or simply living truthfully. It is here that I also blog about my ghostwriting work and occasionally share the writing and stories of others. The other is more personal, sharing gratitude from my week … my way of telling my own unique story.

I absolutely love writing these posts and I hope you enjoy reading them. Feel free to explore. I hope you find something that resonates.


Latest Blog Posts

Do You Have a Penpal? Stories Wanted

Hello! Just a quick post today to put a call out to anyone who has a real-life, flesh and blood, pen and ink penpal. I’m not talking about long-distance Skype or Zoom, emailing or any other online platform. Do you – or does anyone you know – still sit down to write a letter, slip […]

Opera Glasses and a Packet of Frazzles: Visiting the Theatre in the Middle of a Pandemic

“We could get dressed up, move the sofa, put the light out, grab the opera glasses and Frazzles.” (Our snack cupboard was looking a bit bare.)
So we did. I in my long pinstripe jacket and bowtie, hair oiled back and moustache drawn on with eyeliner pencil. She in her flapper dress and boa. I have no idea where she found the peacock feather to stick in her hair, but it was a nice touch.

Living Truthfully: The Freedom from Fear

It’s almost as if we spend our lives guarding our darkest secrets, shielding ourselves from the gaze of others, but what if these authentic parts are our most beautiful and human?

Lamb Bingo: A Walk in a Field in Lockdown

It’s such a small, frivolous thing to be thankful for when the world has been brought to its knees by influenza’s older, demented half-brother, with a chip on his shoulder and daddy issues.

Reading ‘Writing Down the Bones’ Twenty Years Later

My God, I was an arrogant writer when I was younger. I knew my work was good, and I reacted to criticism the way flat-earthers respond to the inconvenient truth. I was hot stuff, they were wrong/moronic/picking on me, and the world would have to catch up with my genius sooner or later.

Two Walnut Whips in the Library: An Unexpected Encounter Among the Bookshelves

I recently watched a man drink a whole bottle of salad crème in the library, and there wasn’t a salad leaf in sight. Straight from the bottle. Glug, glug, glug. To me, this epitomises libraries in the twenty-first century: a catch-all for those in freefall from the community services and projects that have been cut by the government, looking for a place to belong or snooze or drink condiments. As a writer, obsessed with people-watching, I love it.

The Primal Act of Writing Longhand

Writing truthfully is an act of rebellion. Writing longhand is revelling in the experience. In the absence of cave walls on which to tell our stories, it is the rawest way to express the written word.