Writing is not my profession, it's my religion.


  • Feature articles

  • Blog posts

  • Profiles

  • Corporate communications

  • Newsletters / e-newsletters

  • Web Content

Examples of my writing can be found under Published Work. This is by no means an exhaustive list. 

People who can vouch for my work have said some lovely things. Read them in my testimonials.


I've worked across so many fields they clog my resume.

  • Hospitality

  • Retail

  • Banking

  • Customer service

  • Travel

  • Manufacturing

  • Large corporates

  • Small businesses

My writing style is distinct but can be adapted to your audience, communicating your desired outcome.

Lastly, I'm really nice. It's important when you're paying someone to do something. 


Fees are based on individual project requirements so contact me to discuss your needs.


I have a Bachelor of Arts Degree (English Major) from Monash University, Victoria and over a decade of writing experience.

But it takes more than formal qualifications to be a writer. I've failed and I've succeeded. These are the gritty bits that make a writer worth their ink.


After uni, I travelled. I fluffed about, meandering through the dandelions, searching for a career that meant something.

A Janet Jackson back-up dancer was my dream job but it seems gyrating in front of the bedroom mirror does not a dancer make.

I enjoyed people and survived frontline customer service in retail, banking and call centres. 

I loved travelling and worked within the vibrant travel industry (ideals of sitting in first class reviewing airlines, hotels and exotic destinations were quickly quashed by reality). From simple beginnings in London I was offered work in Rome, Paris, Amsterdam and Barcelona.

Back home, I fell into Human Resources, which strengthened my passion for people - recruiting great staff, nurturing current fabulous staff and finding ways to make employees want to come to work.    


I paused my desire to conquer the corporate world, and left to have a billion babies. Well, four of them, to be precise.

This is when I reassessed. Both my sanity and my career options. Loss of sanity was a bygone conclusion, but I still held hope for a flamboyant career.

I wanted to write. I loved to write. I had no shortage of lofty dreams about shacks in the South of France amongst the lavender as I wrote life-changing novels, or business-changing communication.

Writing is not just my profession, it is my religion.