When I was young, I felt a thrill in my spine when I heard the line, ‘Once there were four children…’ I was captivated by adventure novels written in the 1940s and pulled into worlds not my own yet strangely familiar; as I fell in love with stories, I began to tell them myself. So here we are. I always struggled to articulate my ‘salvation story’, but I suppose Christ captivated my heart in the same ways that stories did, and although I couldn’t put it into words back then, I think I realised what Lewis once said, that Christ is the myth that really happened. The stories are true.

Growing up, I wanted to be an author, before I found out that writing is incredibly difficult (and pays terribly), so I went into Communications work which still allowed me to write and be creative. In my spare time, I try to live out an embodied faith and pursue the arts vocationally. I’m also working on just living and learning some valuable life lessons. So far some of the best have been: coffee tastes better in company, never be in a situation where you need to buy oil on the motorway, sleep is a lost spiritual discipline, the world is already enchanted, and always - I mean always - triple check the date on your theatre tickets.

If you made it this far, thanks! I hope you’ll stick around and connect - that’s the internet’s most redeeming quality.

I would also like to note that some people would’ve told me to use ChatGPT to write this, but I spent hours, blood, sweat, and tears working on it for the sake of my convictions instead. Hope you enjoyed.