How yoga can help you have more fun in life

At the moment life feels pretty serious, what with all the fears and stresses of the worldwide pandemic, and the way the threat of illness is changing the minutiae of our lives in so many unexpected ways. COVID-19 is forcing us to realise how fragile the systems we base our lives on are, and how…

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Please come with me to my new blog!

If you found this post in your email inbox, it means you chose to follow Zoeego at some point over the last few years. Firstly I’d like to say a huge thank you for the shameless happy little leap I get in my tummy with every single subscriber notification. The very idea that people want…

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Well, this is goodbye

I think zoeego has come to a natural end. I keep writing drafts and not wanting to post them and I think what this means is that deep down I don’t want to write here anymore. Tomorrow is the last day of the decade so in a way it’s fitting to leave it here, preserve…

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Until Five [fiction]

The below is a very, very short story I named ‘Until Five’. I kind of like it in a bleak sort of way and I doubt I’ll ever do anything with it, so that’s why I’m posting it here. Until Five One of my legs feels fuzzy against the other, like a kiwi. I can’t…

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Hipster cafe (fiction)

Another short scene from my story… I’m lying on the faux sheepskin rug naked when Melissa texts me to say she’s finished her business in Jasmin District early. I get dressed and catch the metro to meet her for a coffee.     “The guy’s been spending thousands calling all these numbers on his company phone,”…

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The other woman

As predicted, I have scrapped most of the scene about Josh and Ivy that I published last week. This is a new one…  “You’re up early.” I squint over my shoulder at Josh’s slouchy, bare-chested figure in the hallway. His blonde hair – usually so carefully coiffed with his special hair stuff, is completely flat…

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A birthday party with myself (fiction)

This is an extract from a story I’m writing. I’m a bit worried it’s the literary equivalent of a stick drawing, but hopefully you’ll like it for its amateur charm.  A fog horn woke me. Or was it Josh’s bread maker? He thinks it cures his insomnia. There’s something cathartic about pouring in the flour…

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Lean in 15 – a new way of eating

I’m going to try a new way of eating. And I don’t mean I’ll be using chopsticks, or murmuring incantations, or inhaling my food through my nose. It’ll still be going in my mouth as per usual.

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Story opening – city lights

Jack Morke wanted a whisky. He’d never particularly wanted a whisky before, but now he wanted one more than anything. Preferably in one of those round weighted tumblers with big ice cubes that rattled against the sides. Men drank whisky. Men with problems. He sighed and leaned back in his chair.

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