Captivated by stories from a young age, Nicolette spent endless hours telling tales to her patient parents until finding a better outlet for her creativity. Inevitably, Nicolette ended up working in Australia's publishing industry ... until she didn't. She then worked in the UK publishing industry ... until she didn't. Continuing to spin stories via her blog and extra curricular writing activities, Nicolette is hoping to come out of the COVID-19 sh*t storm with only a rough case of dry hands.
Weekends used to be what life was for. Two days of freedom and relief from the weekday routine, from the grind of office life, from waking up with an alarm. The sweet, giddy euphoria of a Friday night was made all the more intoxicating if you had plans to socialise, go to a gig, watch a film, eat at your local Italian. Not only did you get your socialising/culture/food fix in, but you then had two more days of doing the very same thing. The weekend also offered endless pottering-around-the-house hours since usually it was a space you scarcely saw during the week. A Saturday started with a little light cleaning was one sure way to make you feel as if you were ahead in the productivity stakes, and made the Netflix binge that followed feel earned. Friday night was balanced out by the cold sweats of Sunday evening but still, the weekend was always worth it, regardless of whether you didn’t move from the couch after Friday night work drinks, or because you p