She has hosted and produced commercial radio music and talk shows as well as ABC local radio programs.Her voice has been chosen to represent thousands of clients for their television and radio commercials, eLearning projects, messages-on-hold, explainer videos,apps, audio-visual presentations, training DVD’s, in-car Bluetooth instructions, web audio and more.
Melissa writes web content, advertising copy, professional profiles for LinkedIn, explainer videos and more with a passion and flair for getting to the core of any subject with charm and authenticity.Melissa brings out the essence of what’s important and says it in meaningful ways.As a fiction writer, she can say whatever she likes and does.
Wake up. Stretch. It occurs to me for oooh about the 40th day in a row that I still haven’t written that post.
Think I’m so very clever because I plan to trick myself into writing it by taking my laptop with me to the coffee shop – sort of kill two birds with one stone type of thing – coffee and creativity . I ride to the coffee shop, reach into my back pack, there is no laptop. I am no longer pleased with myself.
I go for a long bike ride anyway. I have time. I can write later. I can always write later.
I am home again. I am resolved. I am at my computer. I am ready.
I notice the floor is a bit dusty. No, actually, it’s really, really dirty! So, I get out my trusty Roomba and I’m about to press ‘clean’ and let it do it’s
I am not writing the blog.
I go outside and empty the dust collection compartment. I stand at the bin for a while pulling out the hair.
The post is not being written.
As I’m pulling out Scully hair, I notice the air has warmed up now and there’s a lovely spring kind of breeze blowing and I think about how much I love my place because even though I’m quite close to the city I can’t hear much traffic today and Scully is running up the
path, and she looks so cute, like a big fluffy bunny and I feel peaceful. I am happy. I’ve had some down
But…the blog post is not being written.
I head inside. I often remember teachers notes on numerous primary school report cards that said ‘Melissa would do so much better if she could focus on her school work. She is so easily distracted.’ Some things stick with you for life. I’m a creative. I am supposed to be hard to pin down. It is expected that I can’t just sit still and do one thing at a time and just get the job done. What am I, a machine? No! I am a human being….being…distracted as fuck.
I press ‘clean’ for real this time and the Roomba is whirring away. It’s noisy, but that hasn’t bothered me when I am in writing mode at other times. It’s not bothering me today. It’s comforting actually. I am thinking about the comforting sounds of the Roomba and still…
THE BLOG IS NOT BEING WRITTEN…
I write two sentences and then I hear the familiar ‘ping’ of an email arriving. Of course I check it out. Spam. Damn.
I go back to the blog. It’s about recovery. I’m telling people I had a problem with alcohol. It’s hard to write. I don’t want to remember. It will help others if I do. I stare at the screen.
Just write anything I’ve been told. If you are stuck, just write until it flows…I start again…. Away I go, and then the post is finally written.