About Me

a bookish baker

I’m Helen ~ searching for that slower pace of life through writing, reading, baking, nature and chicken-keeping.

I live in the countryside in England with my husband, children, dog, cat, various chickens and two ducks.

This is my part of the online world to record my non-fiction stories, recipes, my writing journey as well as share tips on how I created my online platform from scratch.

You can find me on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Youtube, Steller and Bloglovin‘.

Want to work with me? I am open to sponsored posts if they fit with my brand and ethos, you can advertise on my site or you may wish to collaborate on something else.

You can contact me here.

Want to know more? Read on…

I love the movie Working Girl. I would sing Let the River Run (in my head) as I walked the route to work in my trainers. Picking up a free newspaper outside the tube station, clambering onto the packed train (and unable to read said paper), making my way to The City, entering daylight once more to buy a coffee and maybe a bagel before I sat at my desk and replaced my trainers for heels.

This, I thought, is what I went to university for. To be in London; to have an exciting working life. To progress up the career ladder. I was very ambitious.

And it was exciting. For a while. Then it was fine. For a while. Then I wondered what the point of it all was.

I was acting a role. I was unfulfilled, uninspired and, quite frankly, bored. It wasn’t for me.

But, at this point in time, I was not aware of this fact.

After my first child I struggled with my identity. I realised I didn’t want my old job back. My glittering career. But then, what did I want from life?

I started to write. I began a blog. I wrote a novel. I wrote online pieces. Articles in magazines. Jobs working for online outlets.

But still, something wasn’t quite right. I felt claustrophobic. Stifled. I told my husband and he felt the same.

We moved to the countryside. A few months later, in August 2012, I picked up a chicken for the first time. We planted trees. Created a garden. Hatched chicks. Baked bread. Made cakes.

I’d found it.

I’d been looking for a slower pace of life, a more fulfilling creative life all this time.

I noticed the seasons, the rhythms of nature, the simple life-enhancing act of deep morning breaths outside my back door.

Unconsciously I’d created a new (to me) ethos for life.

‘Could I make this into a career?’ I wondered. Why not?

Now I’m learning new skills. Writing, a lot. I’m far more fulfilled and inspired and I’m never, ever bored.

And I’m happy. And still deeply ambitious.

 

1 Comment

  • Reply Helen Lovel

    I understand completely

    23rd September 2016 at 11:54 pm
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