About

Once upon a time there was a girl named Tracy.

Every day she woke up feeling that there was something she thought she knew but couldn’t quite remember.

One day, she left home to travel the world by herself.

Because of that she wrote many a blog, email & wordy Whatsapp to reassure her loved ones that she was still alive (and her organs hadn’t been harvested by nefarious Nicaraguans.)

Because of that she discovered her way with words.

She wrote and wrote and wrote some more.

Until finally, she remembered what she thought she knew but couldn’t quite remember.  

 

I’m Tracy i.e. that story was about me. What else do I want you to know about me?

  • That I care madly and deeply about love, becoming a better human and toasted cheese sandwiches.
  • That the inside of my brain is like a curiosity shop. Peer into my ears and you’ll find nonsense, salt water and pens with mismatched lids.
  • That I believe in magic and biting off more than you can chew.
  • That if you feed me champagne I will do my patented hair-flicking stripper move.
  • That I don’t feel like myself unless I have 43 half-read books on my Kindle.
  • That it took me several sweaty years to eventually feel brave enough to write and publish the novel that had been inside of me since I ran away from home (the first time). That book is 60 Ways to Die in South America.

 

My “one wild and precious life” is a science experiment and my blog posts are the research notes.