Busybird – Busybird Publishing

Giving Yourself Permission

Busybird — Tue, 05 May 2026 05:37:41 +0000

Have you ever noticed that despite the millions of ideas circling your head, the second you actually sit down to write, it’s as if every single word you’ve ever learned just instantly slips out of reach? The cursor blinks. The page stays blank. Your mind, which had so much to say five minutes ago, suddenly feels empty. It happens to me more often than I’d like to admit.

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Avant Garde

Busybird — Mon, 20 Apr 2026 22:30:00 +0000

The one thing that is constant in this cosy space that is Busybird Publishing – besides the cute labrador Oscar whose fur goes everywhere even if you don’t pet him – is the consistent schedule of lunch, the growing hatred of those fake spiders that sit on the desk behind me (that have most likely been giving me more trauma than actually curing me of my phobia), and Les’ question: “Natasha!

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The Little Things

Busybird — Tue, 14 Apr 2026 03:48:28 +0000

I remember when writing used to feel easy. How effortless it was to type at a keyboard relentlessly, ideas pouring from my youthful brain, back when life had very little worries. This was a period I look back on and wish I never took for granted, because now, as an adult, I no longer have as many hours to write away. Now, that eagerness to write all the time is drowned by work…

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My Second Death

Busybird — Tue, 07 Apr 2026 02:44:14 +0000

Fresh out of university in 2023, I was a junior nurse working at a public hospital. At work, each shift would consist of either mundane jobs such as vital sign observations (checking blood pressure, pulse, respiratory rate, etc.) or complete chaos of medical emergency calls. By the end of the year, I felt confident with managing both the predictable and the unexpected tasks.

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Labubu – Friend, Enemy, or Frenemy?

Busybird — Tue, 31 Mar 2026 00:28:56 +0000

Clonk. My friend’s handbag hit the table as she sat down next to me. As I drew breath to greet her, my eye snagged on something hanging off the clutch. The ugliest stuffed toy I had ever seen was clipped to the bag as if it swung from the gallows. “What is that?” I spluttered. (I may have used an expletive here.) “My Labubu!” she beamed. The little monster – a gargantuan excuse…

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Give Yourself Some Grace

Busybird — Tue, 24 Mar 2026 04:54:48 +0000

I started my internship here at the end of January and, until very recently, lunchtimes would consist of me chipping away at the mountain of work that was my thesis. I had only been given six months to conduct my research and write the 10,000-word report – the biggest project I’ve ever attempted. As I was already juggling several competing priorities, I knew two things: I needed to put in…

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The Writing Vulnerability

Busybird — Tue, 13 Jan 2026 01:50:00 +0000

You know what a natural habitat for predators is? The indie publishing landscape. Yep. They’re after YOU. The predators will prey on your inexperience, exploit your naivety, and profit from your dreams. But you wouldn’t know any better, because predators aren’t vaudevillians. They don’t twirl handlebar moustaches and dress in black. They cloak their intentions with a smile…

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The Toxic Tendency

Busybird — Tue, 08 Jul 2025 04:49:00 +0000

Procrastination. My worst and constant companion. We coexist. Living in a toxic, symbiotic relationship I can’t escape from. … but do I even want to? Perhaps, the hug of procrastination feels safe, even if his crushing grip hurts me in the end. It’s possible, stepping into unknown tasks feels riskier than the burn of delaying them. Or maybe, it’s the deep-seated fear…

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