☆ The Beauty Of It All- Out on Kindle NOW ☆


 The Beauty Of It All

‘The Beauty Of it All’ follows on from the previously release I Haven’t Lived At All. It acts as a testament to the importance of living each day as it comes, leaving yourself open to new opportunities and rolling with the punches.
Drawing a link between starting to live and finding the hidden beauty in life, ‘The Beauty Of It All’ takes a lighter and braver dive into the world, although the theme found within I Haven’t Lived At All remains strong.

Today I released ‘The Beauty Of It All’ on Kindle (all be it with no warning and no previous promoting!- more on this in a different post)

Please do take a look, give it a try and don’t forget to leave a review. Help me spread the word!

You can check out the preview of this book over on www.evelynknightley.com

Available on Amazon



Hey Guys!

I’ve spent an hour or so of my Friday night catching up on some youtube videos, and I noticed a lot of them titled #DearMe, these videos are you tubers speaking to their younger selves and sharing a few pearls of wisdom from present to past selves. This struck a chord with me. I’ve always struggled to not dislike who I was growing up, but I figured now is the time to sit back and take a real reflection on who younger me really was.
If you’re inspired to do this yourself, please do link me to this, I’d love to see!

– E

Dear Me,

Firstly I need you to know that you’re doing great and I wish you could be proud of yourself. You’re doing the best you can, don’t expect any more of yourself and know that it’s okay to struggle.

You really don’t need to put so much pressure on yourself. Getting good grades and doing well in school is important, sure, but it doesn’t define your worth and you’ll be just fine. You don’t need to prove anything to yourself or anyone else.
To add on to this, stop punishing yourself because of who you are and because of things that are out of your control. I know you don’t see it just yet, but you really are very strong and I wish you could find kindness towards yourself.
It’s okay that you don’t enjoy the same things as your peers; books interest you more than  staying out late and getting into trouble- one day you’ll really appreciate that you stuck to your guns and stayed true to yourself. You might feel like you’re missing out, or that you’re weird because you’re content staying in with a movie and a couple of friends rather than going out and…doing whatever it was everyone else was doing. This is just who you are, and it won’t change, but one day you’ll meet like-minded people who will enjoy this with you, and you’ll meet people who love your quirks and despite calling you Grandma, they really won’t judge you for this.

People like you, no really, they do. You’ll lose contact with a lot of people, but you’ll meet so many new and inspiring people. Their company will always be a pleasure and you’ll learn so much about yourself because of them.
You’ll meet a guy, too, and despite all of your stubbornness that (in the words of Paramore) “I’m content with loneliness,” he’ll change this and you’ll be glad you allowed yourself to let your guard down.
This is a rule that could be applied to life in general, let more people in and don’t close yourself off from others. It’s frustrating when it feels like no one is really listening or trying to understand you, but at the same time it’s equally as frustrating for someone to be talking to a wall.

You’re going to experience some more hard times, but you’ll get through them. You’ll need to take some time to heal yourself, but with the aid of good friends, good memories and a lot of laughter, you’ll begin that journey.

Don’t take everything so seriously. A lot of things just aren’t worth the effort and there are some things you just need to let go. You can’t control everything, and although this will annoy you to no end, you’ll learn to deal with it and you’ll accept that not being in control of everything isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

I know you’ve always believed that there was something worth living for, and you were never quite sure what that was; you’ll slowly begin to see these small parts of life that are worth the world.
Appreciate the simple things in life, because these are the things that make you happy: friends, family, love, dreams and laughter, these are the things that really matter to you.

You’re not perfect, and you might not have your life completely together (you’ll learn that nobody really does!) It’s the journey that counts. Embrace it.
You’re doing okay, kid.

The Beauty Of It All

Hello Guys and Gals!!

I’ve been saying for ages that I’m working on something, and these weren’t just empty words. All is now revealed with this Kickstart project!
For those of you who don’t know, I Haven’t Lived At All was funded and made possible by Kickstarted, and I truly hope the kindness and support of you all with help make this next book possible.
Please take a look and spread the word. Heck, pledge if you want! Just talk about it, spread the word. That helps more than you know.
I’m here if you have any questions at all!!



005. Solace

A few years ago, I participated in a ‘Writing Challenge,’ in which you are given a different topic or key word every day for 100 days, and with that you can write whatever you wish.
Unfortunately, I have no idea where that challenge would be in the vastness of the internet, but this my entry for day 5.
(This may have inspired a story in my book…maybe. Perhaps.)


A wall stands in front of you, so tall you cannot see the top. It appears to reach the sky. You’re hopelessly stuck, there’s no moving forward. You touch it to make sure it’s real, and beneath your finger tips you feel ice cold brick work. Tracing your fingers along, you feel each imperfection as it leaves delicate scratches.

You can hear sounds from the other side, so you suspect the bricks aren’t quite as large as they appear. You begin to listen intensely; each movement from beyond is subtle, yet it touches your heart. From your side of the wall, there is nothing but bitter silence. Occasionally this is interrupted by a stifled scream, but mostly there is silence. On the other side, through the wall, you can hear the breeze dancing with the leaves. The chirping of birds float around like laughter and a waterfall trickles nearby.

You continue to stand in the same place as days, months, years pass by. Each day you trace the wall to see if there’s any change in markings. Soon enough, you become fully acquainted with the quirks of each brick within reach; soon enough, the bricks become the foundation of your own isolated home. Still, you listen to the other side and you are tormented by what is out of reach.

Time continues to pass, and you’re tired of the bricks scratching you; never failing to scratch you in the same way, in the same order and at the same time. The bricks are blocking your escape, and this is the biggest way they can hurt you. You begin to wonder how long they will be there, and you doubt if they will ever go away. You continue with your routine regardless, and the bricks continue in their duty.

The birds, and the breeze, and the trees. They’re still there. You need to find them. You need to find out how.

Welcome To


I didn’t have to do a thing. Quite the opposite. Just play dead.
Not that I’m playing any kind of game, I’m just on the edge.
My head is here, on one side, my body on the other. My entirety teetering on the edge of one nothing onto another kind of nothing.

A tiny peek into a story that won’t be in the book, I can’t quite part with it…yet.