Earworm, Playlist & Quiet Celebration

Music, much like stories, has always been woven into the fabric of my experiences. Though not for a living, I can sing. I sang in the high school choir. I sang in the church choir, back when it was still one of my hangout places. These days, I try to sing in my poetry and prose.

Anyway, music is my mind’s sanctuary. After a writing session, I put something on and let it do what words, for a moment, cannot — dissolve the residue of the work. There are songs that just keep me going, entertain or make me think. Sometimes a song gets stuck on a loop in my head, and I let it. There’s usually a reason.

In no particular order, here are the top three songs that have been on continuous replay lately:

Mostly, I write in complete silence. But every so often, in the middle of a scene, a song would surface unbidden — rising out of some interior place I hadn’t been consciously tending. That’s when I understood that music wasn’t separate from the writing. It was doing something underneath it.

With DISV, certain songs became almost cinematic for me. I could see the characters move to them, or go still. I could feel how a particular chord change would catch a character off guard, the same way a revelation might. Music didn’t just accompany a moment but unlocked it in my mind as I wrote.

So I built a playlist.

My Spotify Playlist for Distorted Is The View

Now, as I ease into summer, I’m slowly working through character and song pairings for specific chapters. I’m letting the music annotate the story in a different register. I’ll be sharing these via the newsletter, where I write earnestly and honestly about both the work and the life around it. In the meantime, check out the playlist — take a listen and take a guess!

In my newsletter, I’ve also written about why I’m not having a formal book launch. Let’s just say my word for 2026, flexible, has been earning its keep in ways I didn’t entirely expect. So I’m having a quiet celebration, and perhaps this feels right too for a book that began in silence.

So, here’s to music, solitude and a little summer wildness. 🙂

Happy Midsummer, in advance, if you celebrate it!

BOOK RELEASE | Distorted Is The View: A Novel


It IS come. My first novel told through overlapping perspectives, Distorted Is The View explores how distance and silence bend our understanding of love, trust, and belonging.

It carries the inner life of a family living with silence, longing, fracture, and love. It carries questions of what children understand, what care asks of us, and whether truth, once named, can still make room for tenderness, repair, and forgiveness.

And now, at last, here it is...

Image: Distorted Is The View

PS. For publication week, I’m making the ebook edition gently accessible: from 9–16 June 2026; Distorted Is The View will be available at Kindle Books for €4.99 / $4.99 / £3.99, before moving to its regular price. For more buying options, see the book page.

PPS. For readers who prefer the paperback: The physical book will follow shortly. I had to make one final adjustment to the paperback proof. Thank you for your patience.

Making Room for Joy: Not a Reward

Lately, I’ve been thinking about joy. Not as something we earn only after overcoming hardship, or something reserved for moments when life is finally settled, healed, or whole. Not as a reward, but as a practice.

I mean the joy people make room for anyway: in laughter around a table, in a child’s delight, in the dignity of being fully oneself, and in beauty noticed on an ordinary day.

Perhaps this is one of the quiet truths I’ve been writing toward all along. Even in a story shaped by silence, fracture, and repair, I was not interested only in what hurts us. I was also interested in how people claim or make joy, how they keep themselves human, and how they create lightness alongside what is difficult.

Second Beach in Port St John’s, South Africa

I’m definitely interested in how we can keep laughter, tenderness, beauty, and dignity alive, even when the world around us gives us reason not to.

For me, joy is not the prize at the end of suffering. It is part of how we live through what is difficult without giving difficulty the final word. It is that blissful state that arises from everyday thankfulness and the conscious decision to embrace the present moment.

As Distorted Is The View comes into the world this week, I find myself wanting to make room for this truth too.

May you continue to make your own joy!