Silvia Heaney

Tuesday 4th November Word count: prolific Lorna fired me from Gala. She cried and said she’s never fired anyone before, because people always quit first. That made me feel shit. The average Gala employee has the…

Tuesday 28th October My brother is moving in with Xbox girl. Mother thinks this is a great idea, despite the fact that he has no job and as far as we know, met her two weeks ago. She said “isn't young love grand.” Which made it…

Tuesday 21st October 2014 Words: have disappeared It is over a week since I have found time to commit anything to paper. What have I been doing? Living? No, no, no, my life is an endless stream of mayonnaise and frustration. I…

Monday 6th October Writing: Five hours creating the perfect online profile. This morning I remained bundled under my covers and cursed Gala for the ache in my lower back - buttering rolls has twinged something. I…

Monday 29th September 2014 Word count: 2000 words Submissions: My monthly check in with the New Yorker- submission guidelines are for those that give-up too easily. I was a state last night. Mother found me in…

Monday 22nd September 2014 Mother woke me up at 7am to remind me to clean my room, take out the bins and apply for some job she noticed in the paper. The job is spreading butter on rolls in Gala (they said a deli-manager, but I read…