Emily Wilcox
I am a writer. I imagine in a parallel universe I might be a caricaturist or a botanist or somewhere asleep on the moon. But here I am a writer, armed with an astrophysics degree, a Paperchase pen and a half empty box of biscuits
But What Does “Live in the Moment” Actually Mean?
A gong chimes. A lake stills. The moon, in full, glistens overhead. Then the universe begins to whisper to you in the form of a bald man on a mountain.
Emily WilcoxPublished 2 months ago in Motivation“You Don’t Have to Understand Life — You Just Have to Live it”
I like knowing things. The winning lottery numbers. Robert Pattinson’s relationship status. What that cute boy behind the bakery counter is thinking. I learned recently that the centre of the galaxy is flavoured like rum and raspberries. Yesterday, I was shown how to disgorge a fish. And now I know that earlobes can sweat (don’t ask me how I know this, but please, do bring a towel).
Emily WilcoxPublished 2 months ago in MotivationI Just Don’t Care Anymore — About Any of It
Right now, I don’t care. Not anymore. Not about any of it. I don’t care about self-improvement — I’m enough as I am. I don’t care about side hustles — I’m doing enough as it is.
Emily WilcoxPublished 2 months ago in MotivationDessert, Decomposed
Two cups of granulated sugar? Why the hell are we still measuring with cups? He pulls a dessert spoon out the drawer and scoops two heaps into the plastic bowl sat on the countertop.
Emily WilcoxPublished 2 months ago in Fiction10 Reasons to Stay Alive
Somebody kills themselves every 40 seconds. That’s 700,000 deaths by suicide every year. It can happen to any human at any age throughout any context of their lives. They might be orphaned or they might be a Nobel Prize winner — or they might be both. Maybe they founded a waffle house or performed on Broadway or even dated Cillian Murphy and still, they can want to end their life.
Emily WilcoxPublished 3 months ago in Motivation3 Ways to Have a “Shit This Was Good” Day
About a month ago, one of my favourite writers commented on a piece of mine that I'd written about harvesting creativity. To me, that’s the equivalent of Daniel Radcliffe applauding an avid Harry Potter fan for Sharpie-ing a lightning bolt onto his forehead. I was sweating as I opened the notification:
Emily WilcoxPublished 3 months ago in MotivationThe Diamond Eyes of Utopia
Dystopia is dark. Misguided. Too far gone. I thought I could help him, but you can’t help a wasteland. He let down his walls for me but not as an entrance, there was no drawbridge lowered to the ground to allow me inside, no fanfare and celebratory greeting. No. He blew himself up for me. Shattered his mind. Now he’s crumbling, falling apart - he’s a wreck. There’s no life inside him, not anymore. I wonder if that’s my fault.
Emily WilcoxPublished 3 months ago in Fiction
24 Grown-Up Things to Do Before You Grow Up
I’m 25 tomorrow. May 30th 2021, marking the title sequence to my quarter life crisis. And man, it’s going to be epic. I’m 24 for one more sunrise, sunset combo, and that’s it. I have one final chance of being the same age as there are hours in a day, and days, much like this chapter of my life, come to an end. So I’ve decided to compile a list of 24 things that I can do today, right now and for the rest of my forever, to ensure that it’s not just each chapter of my life that’s a good one — but each passing page.
Emily WilcoxPublished 3 months ago in Motivation
