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Hi there, I’m Désiré ;-}

A writer powered by strong coffee and unicorn magic.

Welcome to my little corner of chaos, where I publish most of my thoughts, articles, sketches, photography, book reviews and even manuscript snippets.

When I’m not working on client commissions [blogs and books] for TILT Creative, I’m usually found emptying my soul into the backend of this engine, armed with a large coffee mug while classical crossover pieces resonate softly from my headphones.

I enjoy taking complex technical ideas, from a diverse assortment of industries, and creatively express them in a more interesting, engaging and human medium. I’ve made asbestos and accounting both sound sexy, so that’s something! TILT Creative Agency, my professional outlet, specialises in content creation and managed solutions for companies and personal brands.

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Asbestos in Makeup

How does Asbestos end up in makeup?  It’s a very surreal thought, having a material as dangerous as asbestos in makeup, the stuff we put on our skin, specifically our

Managing Anxiety

Stop on your way to work for 30 seconds and look around you. What do you see? The postman is out delivering mail, people are rushing past you on the

A time of transition

I never would have thought that I would actually be a career writer. I never had that dream as a young girl, reading all those books and dreaming of spending

The latest musings

Moon cups are game changers. Period. 

We do not talk about our periods enough. In fact, most of the world doesn’t talk about it at all, as though it’s this disgusting, taboo thing that only happens to a tiny population of people with bad hygiene. If men had periods, we wouldn’t even be entertaining this conversation. Frankly, body odour is a natural occurrence and that doesn’t

How to drink eight cups of coffee a day and not die 🤓

I drink a lot of bean juice. There is no such thing as too much coffee for me. A typical day for me would be in the six 8oz/half pint/235ml cup range, with a light day being four cups and a heavier day being eight. Let’s do some simple comparisons for those of us who use different measurement systems:  Light

Paralysed, spiralling, but (at least) I’m honest!

Honesty time. I’m stuck, I feel paralysed and I feel like I have zero control of the world around me, what’s happening to me and I am so angry. Loaded sentence, I know but I needed to get that out there. Speaking publicly about mental health is one of the things that I have been juggling from the yes to

30 brings an existential crisis 

Time is not unlimited. It’s the most precious resource on the planet, and it’s so precious that once it’s lost, it is lost forever. Unfortunately for me, I am very aware of this fact. I look around at my life with every passing year and think, “what the hell am I really doing with my life?” Sometimes I’m on track,

Perpetually misunderstood, and that’s okay 

For my entire life, all 30 years of it leading up to this point, I have been misunderstood. I was a very different kind of kid. Most children enjoy playing and making friends and doing stuff, and I don’t really remember doing much of that. I remember reading a lot, and when I had finished my personal library, I delved

What do you want to do with your life 

And how do you get on track? Everyone has been here: you’re either standing in front of the mirror at the bathroom sink or sat at the edge of the bed after a shower, contemplating the state of affairs that comprise of your life. Head in hands, you ask yourself what the hell you’re doing, because for whatever reason, you

The Loneliness of Entrepreneurship 

Lonely. That’s not what you’d expect to hear a millennial entrepreneur describe her journey as, but it is the truth. While I’m a massive introvert who enjoys the opportunity to say no to going out, this past year in lockdown has highlighted something that I did not even realise I felt - immense loneliness with my work.  Like many of

Navigating triggers with complex PTSD 

Unless you read this blog or you know the real person behind the positive facade that I have built, you most likely wouldn’t guess that I have complex post traumatic stress disorder. I am very high functioning and have developed lots of coping mechanisms, many of which are practiced in autopilot to ensure that I am steady all the time.

That time I was denied help: I was suicidal and sexually abused at home 

This week, the entire world has been talking about one thing: the Harry and Meghan interview. It was an interview that rocked the world and is one of the most telling interviews since Princess Diana’s landmark Panorama interview. I’ve seen the interview twice: once when it aired, and again this morning, but what is really interesting to me is the

Saving myself… from my past

As a creative mind with a personal history of deep trauma, I am highly susceptible to rumination, which is both a good and bad thing. Rumination can sometimes allow an ability to play with thoughts and understand various outcomes, but it can also have a very dark path, leading one into a labyrinth of painful memories and suffering.  To cope

Focusing when your own mind is a distraction 

Distraction is my biggest life foe. My curious nature allows my distraction to derail every attempt at being productive, and it thrives on my inability to complete tasks… This becomes one of those vicious cycles where I’m distracting myself with feelings of dissatisfaction for not being productive, which leads to further distraction and down the rabbit hole of self-destructive inner

The ongoing battle of a writing career

Writing for yourself is harder than writing for a client. Sometimes it feels damn near impossible to squeeze the words out, like being severely constipated, and there are a million and one distractions, ready for me. It’s television, my parrot, my stomach, my allergies, social media, and even the allure of other projects not related to what I’m supposed to

21/02/21

Sunday. The chill in the room nips at my feet as I groggily open my eyes, listening to the damp swoosh of cars as they drive by on the wet road. The lack of humidity in the room, thanks to the radiators, makes my eyes feel like they’ve been for a swim in the Kalahari. Rubbing the arid balls that

2020’s Writing Statistics

Writers can typically be loners, and I’m a lone wolf in this career. I don’t actually have a lot of writing friends or colleagues, and I don’t work with a larger team outside of my own four walls. Last year’s pandemic and lockdowns brought me to heel. I’m naturally an introvert, and beyond the few local business meetings, weekly cinema

Writing with depression 

Everyone has had a shit year, there is absolutely no questioning that. All over the world, people have experienced being locked in their homes, trapped by an invisible foe. It’s very real and most people are understandably frustrated by it. And I have written about this year being particularly shit for me, but this pandemic has only made the underlying

The origin story of my sexual abuse 

Yes, you read that correctly. I have alluded to this before on this blog, but I haven’t really given the full story about it, or how it started. This is the tell-all some have been waiting for. I have enough material to write a book about this, and I am but today, it’s just going to be an article, detailing

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