I’m Nicola Humphreys. I’m a writer, but like most, have another job that pays the bills.
I work for a company (like a sausage factory) that makes widgets or gizmos or something equally as boring, with characters straight out of a Dr Seuss book, pretty much like a cross between the BBC Comedies ‘The Thick of It’ and ‘The Office’. Probably somewhere in the north of England, or the Midlands, depending on your point of view. Most weekends, I stay in my pyjamas until noon, listening to audiobooks, Mogwai or modern classical music, (my spotify playlist) just chipping away at my 10,000 hours, in a gloriously sunny room of one’s own. I sometimes wonder where I’d be now if I’d had my own room sooner…
Few things make me as happy as writing does.
Did I mention that I like Mogwai?
Once a month I go down to that London, eat real food, not wait around for public transport, to gaze at abstract expressionism, chuckle at installations, and wonder why I live in such a dull, lay-by of a town. Then I remember I don’t earn anything like enough to live near London.
Almost everything I write about here, could have actually happened to someone, somewhere, but I’m pretty sure I’ve made it all up. The people in these stories exist only in my head. I’ve picked bits from my travels and woven them together with snippets of conversations or places I’ve seen. They’re not real memories of mine.
My recollection can’t be trusted. It’s full of glitches, time lags and nonsense. I can guarantee it absolutely won’t be the same version of events that you remember. How could it be?
There’s a smattering of swearing in this blog, hopefully all in context.
Odd opinions are mine alone, and no blame is attributable to anyone for anything they might have done. Sunk cost, living well, timing, self-care and all that. Besides, what good does it ever do to dwell?
Thank you so much for stopping by, and taking the time to read my mutterings. Catch me almost daily @nicolawitters on Twitter.
Btw, the photos at the top of the page were taken about ten years apart from each other…
I really do appreciate your support and feedback.
Nicola Humphreys. Writer.
This is me inside one of those little pods at Terminal 5, Heathrow. Anyone who rides in one of these cute, little trains ends up with a massive grin on their face before they even get to Departures.
Check out my pinterest ‘Indie’ page for thousands of pictures of kick-ass women who I love. Link at top of page.